Fated to the Alpha Triplets, Bound by Vengeance

CHAPTER 6: CALLISTA

CALLISTA POV

We drive about ten minutes down the heavily guarded road before I can finally see Lydia’s house coming up in the distance. Did I say house? Because I meant to say Lydia’s gigantic mansion! Even the word “ mansion” doesn’t seem to describe what I’m looking at. What is a word for a house that is bigger than a mansion? Palace, maybe? Castle? Who knows, I cannot think right now. The sight has broken my brain.

The “palace”, we’ll call it, has a perfectly manicured lawn with immaculate landscaping. There are dozens more small cottage type houses surrounding it. The cottages are small in comparison to the palace but they are still very nice two story homes.

Wow! This is Lydia’s estate? No wonder she didn’t want to move in with us. This place makes our old house look like a tent under a bridge.

Why does anyone need a house this big? I haven’t even seen something this huge on MTV Cribs! I guess Lydia is RICH rich! Forget this huge house they have here, why are there so many other houses? How many people even live here? How big is Lydia’s family. . .? Goodness, I am way out of my depth here.

A few more minutes later and we’re finally getting to the top of the driveway. You heard me right. It takes a few minutes just to drive up the freaking driveway. When we finally reach the house, there are like ten people waiting to greet us on the entryway of the wrap around porch. There are also a lot of people waiting on the front lawn? Like twenty or more. Who are they? Geez, how many people are here, right now? Are there more? Oh God! I did not dress to meet dozens of people today! I look like sh.it! Great first impression I’m about to make. . .

“Ready Cal?”

“Uh. . . Yeah, Dad.”

I step out of the car and grab my purse and my duffel bag. Now that we’re closer to the doors, I can actually see the faces of the people waiting for us. Oh- dear- lord- mother- of- holy- SH.IT! Among the group are five of the HOTTEST men I have ever seen in my life!

They are all standing next to Lydia. Holy SH.IT! Where did she get them from? Please tell me that they’re housewarming gifts to me. . . No! Bad Callie! Your new step mother did not but you a gaggle of gigg.olos. Maybe for my birthday. . . ? STOP IT! No! I shake my head to get all the horny thoughts out. Phew! Ok, I need to get a grip.

My feet are frozen and my body is hot. Just like those guys over there. I can’t speak or move, all I can do is stare. Cool, these people are immediately going to think that I’m either slow or weird. All because I can stop thinking dirty thoughts about reverse harems. . . Cut it out! Not now! God! I can’t help it though, they’re so. . .tall. . .like 6’5” maybe, and so broad. . . and muscular. . . and handsome. One has long- ish sandy blonde hair, like Jonathan Taylor Thomas, and bright blue eyes. The other four have dark hair that is buzzed on the sides but longer on top, and bright blue eyes. Actually, now that I’m coming back to my senses a bit, three of them look exactly the same with their faces that look like they were carved out of marble. The fourth one looks almost exactly the same but he may actually be an inch or two shorter and maybe about my age. . .

Realization hits me like a freaking lightening bolt. I am standing here ogling my new step brothers! f***k! I would scream right now if it wouldn’t make me look even crazier than I already do.

“Callista!” My father’s voice snaps me out of my mental scolding. How long was I staring for? God! “Come and meet Lydia’s sons and her nephew!”

Fu.ck.

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My first five minutes here could not have gone any worse. I was so embarrassed that I could hardly get a sentence out without sounding like a bumbling fool. And yes, it was because of my embarrassment, not the group of Greek gods standing in front of me. Seriously though, did Lydia give birth to an Abercrombie magazine?

Anyway, I was introduced to Lydia’s sons and her nephew. Which was weird in and of itself. It seemed almost like they were. . . smelling me? I don’t stink, do I? No, don’t be silly. No one was sniffing me, I’m the one being weird. The triplets are 23 years old. Their names are Jackson, Jesse, and Jeremy, in that order. They seem. . . nice? If your definition of nice is making weird eye contact while looking totally stoic and stiff, then yeah, we’ll go with nice. They didn’t say more than five words to me combined. Three of those words were their names, so I’m going to take a wild guess and say that they’re not very happy that I’m here.

Their younger brother is named James. He is 17 like me and his birthday is just after mine in the spring. He actually does seem nice. He was very charming even though he was a bit handsy. AND! He has these beautiful dimples that I got to see plenty of since he was smiling almost the whole time. The blonde guy is their cousin, Connor. He left pretty abruptly after introducing himself. Kind of rude, but whatever.

After the introductions, my dad and Lydia went off to drop some things in their room and then Lydia will give my dad a tour. The guys are going to give me a tour of the grounds and then the “house”, as they called it.

One of the women who was waiting on the porch came over and grabbed my duffel bag. I’m assuming she is bringing it to my room? Probably. Why would this woman want to take my deodorant and panties? She turns around and. . . bows. . . at the triplets. Um. . . ok. . . but. . . what the f***k? They nod at her and she scurries off into the house probably in the direction of my room.

All the people waiting on the lawn are just staring expectantly at them. What are they waiting for? An older woman comes up to them and asks “Al. . . um. . . Mr. Harrisons, can I get any of you anything before you leave for your tour? A water perhaps?”

Jackson answers her curtly. “ Thank you, Maria. Some waters would be great.”

“Yes, sir!” She bows and practically sprints inside to get them water. I dart my eyes back and forth between everyone and furrow my brows so hard I’m not sure if they’ll ever come back up. Maybe I’m more tired than I thought I was. But, that was fu.cking bizarre, right?