Rejected by my Alpha Mate

The air in my kitchen was filled with the Savory aroma of herbs and spices. I was cooking my award-winning stew for my children and I that Wednesday evening while the triplets played outside. It was evening but the sun was still scorching, so I went to give the kids some lemonade. “Thank you, mummy,” my triplets, Maya, Eli, and Aaron said out loud, thanking me. The kids continued laughing and playing while I thought about my life, and how it was basically perfect, had my triplets, successfully stayed away from my pack and their whole werewolf drama, got a well-paying job as a nurse, and finally owned a home in New York. “That’s odd,” I said to myself after realizing the deafening silence from my front yard. I went to check the window to see what was happening, since the kids were just laughing so loudly a few minutes ago and, to my greatest surprise, my children were no longer there. I panicked and went to my neighbour’s house to ask if my children had perhaps come to her place. She told me how she wasn’t aware of their whereabouts. My stomach churned while she said this, shutting her door in my face. “Where could they possibly be?” I asked myself while I went door to door all around my neighbourhood asking if any of them had seen my kids. They all said the same thing, that they didn’t see them. Since I had no other choice, I followed some of their advice and went to the police station to submit a report. When I arrived at the station, I informed a police officer that my triplets were missing. The officer asked me how long it had been since they’d been missing and I told him between 3-5 hours ago. He told me that they couldn’t do anything till it was forty-eight hours since the person got lost. He tried to calm me down by telling me that they probably went to a friend’s house. “They just turned seven! Where could they possibly go without telling me?” I shouted while asking the officer. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we can’t do anything about it right now. If they are not back in the next forty-eight hours, you can come back.” With tears in my eyes, I left the police station wondering about the whereabouts of the kids. “Where are my babies?” I said internally while looking up at the sky in front of the police station. I finally took a cab back to my home with hopes of meeting the children outside waiting for me. Unfortunately for me, they weren’t home. It was already late and I stayed home alone. Since moving to New York, I haven't been alone by myself till now. I have always had them around me and now it feels different. I discovered I was pregnant with them when I arrived in New York, so I was looking forward to seeing them. I was really alone on my first night without them. My mind wandered to my babies as I cuddled up on my bed, wondering where they were and how I could locate them. Daybreak came and I hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. I just kept staring at my ceiling thinking. It was as I was thinking I heard the doorbell ring. “Could it be them?” I asked myself, jumping out of my bed to open the door. I opened the door with so much hope, thinking it'd be my babies, but sadly it wasn’t them. It was Selene, my very close friend from Westwood where I grew up. “I got your message honey and immediately left Westwood,” Selene said to me, hugging me. A hug was something I needed. As Selene embraced me, I couldn’t control the tears that came out of my eyes. “I don’t know where my babies are, Selene. I don’t know if they’re safe, if they’ve eaten, or if they’re sick.” I said to Selene, still embracing her. Breaking the embrace, she wiped my tears and told me she was sure they were fine. She made me breakfast so that I could take painkillers. “Have you told him?” she asked me as I was still eating. I dropped my spoon and asked her who she was talking about, as if I didn’t know who she was referring to. “Lucas, of course.” The mention of his name took me back to the past, making me remember how much he had hurt me. “What should I tell him? That the triplets that he had no idea he had are now missing” I replied. “That’s exactly what you should do, Aurora. You need to tell him the truth about the triplets, you know he has the resources to find them with his position as Alpha,” Selene let out, trying to convince me to contact Lucas. “Why are you acting like you weren’t aware of what he did to me seven years ago?” I asked Selene angrily. Selene was there when everything happened, so I was wondering why she suddenly saw him as the only option to help me out. “I know what he did, Aurora, but it isn’t about both of you this time, it’s about your children being missing. He’s the only one I can think of that can help us out,” Selene said, still trying to convince me. Selene was right, Lucas was now the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in Westwood, and with his influence, he could help me search for the triplets, especially after finding out they were also his kids. I eventually succumbed to Selene’s suggestion. I decided that it was better to put down the grudge I held against Lucas and ask him for help. After all, they were his kids too. I asked Selene how I was going to be able to get in contact with Lucas, since I hadn’t heard from him since the night I left Westwood. Selene suggested that I write a letter to him and she'd help me to deliver it to him. Everything was well thought out but the question that kept on lingering in my head was how I was going to feel after seeing Lucas all these years after what he did to me.