Triplets For The Cold-Blooded Alpha

One

Megan’s POV.

It was the anniversary of my father’s death and like every other year I didn’t than attend the lavish ceremony that his wife hosted every year, instead I was seated in my apartment, wringing my fingers together in worry and glancing at the clock from time to time all because my boyfriend wasn’t home yet.

I know you’re wondering, what kind of daughter doesn’t attend such an event? Well, the adopted human daughter of a family of werewolves, the daughter that was kicked out of their family home when their father died and they turned eighteen, the daughter that tried showing up for two years and got tossed out of the hall each time, the daughter that couldn’t even visit his grave because the staff was told to keep me out.

That daughter would sit on a ratty couch in an even rattier apartment and chew on her cheek, thread her fingers together repeatedly and curse from time to time when she saw how late it was.

It wasn’t really a new thing for Dax to disappear randomly, a month ago he wasn’t home for three weeks, but then he’d left a note to explain where he’d gone, when he’d be back and had written in big, bold letters that I should not call or text him the entire time. Of course I didn’t listen and of course he’d ignored both.

Three months ago he’d disappeared for three days and once again he’d left a note on our coffee table, I almost didn’t see it buried under the paper bags that he’d left there, and just like before I was told to not call or text him at all. The same thing happened around Christmas last year and the same thing had happened at random intervals last year.

But this was different, he didn’t leave a note, he didn’t halfheatedly tell me while we ate dinnner, he simply went to work and didn’t return.

The first night, I’d searched the coffee table three times over expecting to see a note, the second night I’d tried texting and calling but his phone was switched off, the third night I’d contemplated going to the police, but Dax had warned me several times to never involve the police when he’d disappeared, besides it’s not like they’d take me seriously, they’d just wave off my concerns and say he probably just left me for another woman. This would have been something I’d contemplated in the beginning, but I knew Dax, he wasn’t the type of just up and leave me for some random woman.

Right?

I glance up at the clock again and frown when I see that the seconds hand had stopped moving. Great, now the f*****g clock had stopped working. I reach into my pocket and whip out my phone, maybe I should call the police, it’s been a week already, no calls, no texts, his phone was off, his friends didn’t know where the f**k he was and his boss had called to ask where he was, he had two days to resume or he’d lose his job.

We couldn’t afford that right now.

My finger hovers above the number for the local police station and just when I’m about to finally push it, the door swinfs open and Dax comes stumbling in.

For a moment I don’t react, I merely sit there and stare with my mouth wide open at him, it’s when I register the bruises on his face and the blood matting his hair that I quickly stand up and run up to me with my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure he could hear it

“Dax,” I croak. He leans against the wall and sucks in deep breaths, he groans when I try to touch me and winces even more when I try to find out if he’s still breathing. “Goddess, what happened?”

He blinks, as if coming out of a trance, but he still doesn’t respond.

I run my fingers over him gently with my heart now in my throat, he looked bad, really bad. It wasn’t incommin for him to come home with bruises, he was fond of getting into fights with males that are a lot stronger than him for fun. But then, those were surface wounds, minors grazes that his werewolf healing should be able to patch up. The sizes of the bruises on his body and the nicks and cuts I can see everywhere all ooze ill intent.

“Dax?” I try again. This time he responds, he jolts then moves faster than a wounded man should be able to and grabs me by the shoulders.

“I need you to sleep with him,” he groans out, there’s panic in his eyes, panic and pleading and obvious desperation. “It’s the only way he won’t kill me, please, just one night.”

I don’t say anything for a minute and then his words sink in and shock courses though me. “You want me to sleep with who? Why? Why would I?”

“If you ever gave a f**k about me Megan you’ll do this and you’ll put a lid on the questions,” he hisses, his grip tightens and the desperation switches to anger. “If you love me Megan you’ll say yes.”

“Of course I love you,” I sputter, more and more confusion rushes through me. “But what do you mean I have to…”

“He’ll send a car for you tomorrow, you’ll get in, go to his mansion and just do it. He promised he won’t hurt you so you’ll be okay. Even if he has some weird kinks it’s the least you can do for me really,” he’s mumbling now. His grip tightens on my shoulders even more and I know there’s going to be bruises there in the morning, I look into his eyes to try to gauge whether he’s serious or not.

Maybe he had too much to drink and is now rambling things from a movie, maybe he’s confused… but he can’t be serious about this. “Come on, come sit down, I’ll clean your wounds and then we’ll…” I try again, I try to move him slowly towards the couch, but he drags me towards him, I let out a little squeal and try to fight out his grip. “Dax-”

“You either do this or I die! Don’t you understand?”

I can’t smell any alcohol on his breath. “You want me to sleep with someone in exchange for your life? I scan his beat up face. “Is he the one who did this to you?”

He nods. “Do you understand now? He’s f*****g crazy and he’ll do even worse if you don’t agree to do this, please Megan.”

My brows furrows and I wiggle out of his hold, there’s very little space between the entrance of our apartment and the actual living room, but right now even that small gap is necessary to get away from him. “Why do I have to sleep with him? What about money? I have some saved up… we could go to my step mother if we get really desperate, or your parents… but I can’t-”

“You can’t what!?” He seethes. His eyes switch from maniac desperation to contempt and I shrink back from his gaze. “This is the one thing Megan… the one thing I’m asking of you here and you say that you can’t? That’s f*****g bullshit.” He slams his fist against the walls and I hear a small crack, I stumble back even further when he takes a menacing step forward. “I put up with you for all these years, I helped you when you were alone, I took all those insults from my friends about dating you, I even f****d your pathetic self… and you can’t even do this one thing?”

“B- but Dax,” I try to find words to explain, but he cuts me off with a growl.

“If you won’t do it then fine, I’ll leave you for a girl that will, you’re nothing special Megan, just some human trash that I picked up and had some f*****g pity for. I can have any girl I want, you’re nothing special to me anyway,” he spit all these words out and my heart constructs when I properly digest his words.

Tears began to stream down my face and panic floods my senses. I couldn’t lose him, not for something this damn minor, Dax was all I had… without him…

I should do what he says, he’s right anyway, I’m just some human that was tossed away by her adoptive family, I didn’t deserve him, I hadn’t even done anything to ever deserve him. But my body still trembles as I sob and I can’t open my mouth to say the words.

What is my body compared to his life anyway?

He scoffs and limps past me into the house. He pauses when he’s almost to our room and scoffs. “If you’ve not changed your mind by morning, I’ll leave, and you’ll finally be on your own like you f*****g deserve. So make the right decision.”

He ambled off finally and I hear the door to our room slam and lock.

Only when I’m sure of that do I slide down to the ground with tear streaming down my face, tears of confusion, tears of self pity and bitter tears because I misssed my dad and the life I had with him. Dax was all I had now, he was the only one who was able to put up with human trash like me, I couldn’t lose him, not today when I’d lost my father… I couldn’t… I just couldn’t…

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And so the next morning with that thought in mind, I got dressed, listened to Dax’s instructions, perched myself at the curb of our trash laden street and waited patiently for the car.

For Dax.