In Love With My Alpha Triplet Brothers

End in Tears

Greta's POV

“Earth to Greta,” Averi said as I sat on the swing in the park, looking lost in thought.

Sydney and Averi were my closest friends. I had a lot of friends but they were the closest because we were also studying the same course. Averi had helped me settle down on my first day at school, and Sydney had become my friend because she was also Averi’s friend, and just like me, they were outgoing.

I was still in contact with my friends from the town I came from, and we texted and chatted most of the time, but I had made good friends at my uni too.

“I am sorry, Averi, I zoned out a little,” I said, trying to smile.

It was the holidays and we didn't have to be in school. We had agreed to visit the park that day and have fun.

Sydney had suggested that we include clubbing in our to-do list for the holidays when we were making plans during a delayed class before the holidays, but I had suggested we change the plan. Dylan would never allow me to go there.

“Are you okay Greta? You haven't looked very cheerful since you got here,” Sydney said.

“I am fine,” I said simply.

“No, you are not fine. Your smile looks forced,” Sydney insisted.

Yes, I wasn't fine. In fact, I was far from fine. It was already a week after my birthday had ended in a way I never expected.

The triplets were still avoiding me. I was sure that they were avoiding me. They leave very early in the morning and return very late at night.

I knew that they had to go to work, but then they had been going to work before my birthday, and they always returned early to spend time with me.

The house was empty all the time and since I was on summer holidays, I was home most of the time, alone. It was boring. I never knew that boredom could be so tiring.

Dad, too, had been quite busy at work. He came back late too, and even when he came earlier, he looked tired and in need of rest. Besides, I didn't want to bother him with the issue with the triplets because I knew that he had enough on his plate already and I didn't want to add to it.

When Averi had called me to say that we should meet up at the amusement park, I had jumped at the offer. I needed to leave the house before I lost my mind, so I had told her I was coming and went.

“You zoned out again Greta. What is it?” Sydney asked looking genuinely concerned.

“My brothers have been acting strange since my birthday, and it is bothering me,” I said.

“Acting strange? How?” Averi asked.

“It seems as if they are avoiding me,” I said.

“I don't understand you one bit so you might want to explain better,” Averi said.

“Okay. They no longer behave like they used to. Dylan no longer comes into my room when he returns from work like he used to, and Damien doesn't buy me gifts the way he used to. Dylan loves holding me close, but in a week, he hasn't even walked near me, and neither have they found any reason to talk to me. Even when I talk to them, it is always a one-word answer,” I explained the best way I could.

“Maybe they are trying to tell you that you are grown now and you should take care of yourself. You turned eighteen already,” Sydney suggested but I shook my head because I didn't agree with her.

“They are too possessive and protective of me to take that decision,” I said.

“Are you sure that you did nothing to offend them?” Sydney asked.

“No, I didn't. Even if I did something wrong, I expect that they will tell me,” I said sadly.

“Have you told your dad?” Sydney asked.

“No, I don't want to burden him with that. Besides, he returns home these days looking tired. He has been busy recently. I don't want to add to his worries,” I said.

“Have you tried talking to them?” Averi asked.

“I don't even know what to say to them,” I said.

“I think you should approach them individually. That way, they will not be able to shut you out. If anything is wrong, they will tell you,” Sydney said.

“I am very sure that nothing is wrong. You are just used to them pampering you that you find it difficult to adjust to the fact that they now view you as an adult who doesn't need the attention they used to give you,” Averi teased.

“I just want them to go back to how we used to be. It saddened me when I realized that they had changed the lock on their bedroom doors. I had the key to each of their rooms except for Derek's before, and I went into their rooms at will, but now I can't,” I said sadly.

“Sometimes, we misunderstand others thinking we know them. Your brothers might not even know they are hurting you,” Sydney said and I looked at her with a frown.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“They might think you have turned eighteen and can now take care of yourself. Maybe that is why they've changed,” Sydney explained.

“I will advise that you talk to them first before you give yourself a headache about it any further,” Averi said and I smiled at her in appreciation.

I sighed with relief, holding on to the fact that I might have misunderstood the triplets, especially Dylan and Damien. Derek might also have decided to let me be. He no longer delivered his usual sarcasm at my expense and just avoided me altogether. With all these thoughts in my mind, I decided to let go and have fun with Averi and Sydney.

When it was time to go home, I happily said goodbye to Averi and Sydney before walking back home. I knew Dad would scold me if he knew that I trekked all the way back home. He would have preferred that I take a cab. But I had to walk just to while away more time since I would be the only one at home.

As predicted, I got home to an empty house. I sighed sadly as I slumped on the sofa. I decided to just stay there and not go to my room. I switched on the television and tuned to my favorite television station.

I didn't know how or when I fell asleep but the sound of the door opening woke me up. Derek walked in and closed the door behind him. He walked past me to the stairs as if I didn't exist.

The door opened again and Dylan and Demein walked in. Dylan didn't spare me a glance as he grudgingly answered my greeting and walked briskly up the stairs.

“I can't cook tonight, so I ordered something for you,” Damein said and dropped a nylon with the logo of a fast food on the table before me and walked away too.

I sat there just gazing at the nylon for a while. They were indeed avoiding me but I intended to know why.

I decided to talk to Damien first. I stood up and walked to his room. Damien was the gentlest one, and I thought he would be the best person to start from.

Luckily enough, his room was not locked when I tried turning the handle. I entered and he wasn't in the room. I was wondering where he could have gone when I heard the shower turn on so I waited. I sat on the edge of his bed to wait for him.

When the bathroom door eventually opened, I stood up to face him. He had a towel around his waist, and water was still dripping from his hair onto his well-sculpted body.

I wished I could just sit on the edge of the bed and watch every drop of water on his body dry.

“What are you doing here and how did you get in?” Damien asked looking shocked.

“I want to talk to you about something, and your door was not locked,” I answered. I allowed my gaze to remain steady on his face. His body was a major distraction.

“I don't have anything to say to you. Leave right now,” Damien said harshly making my eyes sting with unshed tears.

“What did I do wrong Damien? Why are you all avoiding me? Even Derek has refused to throw sarcasms at me. What have I done wrong?” I asked allowing my voice to echo my pains.

Damien closed his eyes for a brief second before saying, “It is for your own good.”

“What do you mean?” I asked in confusion. How does staying away from them or their avoiding me do me any good?

“Get out, Greta,” Damien said and tried to walk past me, but I grabbed his hand.

I had never seen Damien look so aggressive. It also seemed as if his eyes changed colour but I was sure that I had imagined it. A sound came from his throat that sounded like a growl, but I quickly discarded it, thinking that he couldn't harm me.

He made the sound again and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in as if he was going to kiss me but turned his head away and moved backwards by several steps.

I sighed wondering why I could have thought that he wanted to kiss me. I was sure I was so starved of his attention that my mind worked that up.

I closed the distance and tried touching him again but he pushed me away and stepped back with his eyes burning with anger.

“Get the hell out of here right now,” Damien screamed at me, and I ran like my tail was on fire.

Tears ran down my face as I ran blindly to my room. I was disappointed, I was sad, I was heartbroken, and above all, I wanted it all to be a dream. I never thought my discussion with Damien would end in tears.