In Love With My Alpha Triplet Brothers

Wrong Turn

Greta's POV

I did the only thing that was sensible at that moment, I ran. I ran towards my room covering my mouth with my hands because I didn't want to be heard crying.

I had to pass through the rooms of Dylan and Derek before I got to mine so I had to be careful so that no one heard me. Although Derek had been ignoring me too but I was sure that he would not pass up the opportunity to laugh in my face.

I got to my room, opened the door, and rushed in breathlessly before closing the door and slumping to the ground in a sobbing mess.

My heart felt broken into so many pieces. I had never thought that Demien could be mean to me. He was the most gentle of the triplets and the caring and loving one. I had thought it would be easier to get through to him but alas! I got a shocker. The fact that Demien could throw me out of his room so coldly was so disheartening.

At some point in his room, I would have sworn that he wanted to kiss me, but then I knew it was just the workings of an attention-starved mind.

I gently crawled towards my bed still sobbing quietly. I got into bed and covered myself with my blanket. I was sure that a heartbreak from a boyfriend wouldn't hurt that much.

I wanted to shout and I wanted to scream the roof off but I couldn't. So I just sobbed quietly.

Images of the beautiful times I have had with Demien in the past plagued my mind. It felt so surreal that he, of all people, would threaten me that way. I did not try to stop the tears. I allowed the tears to flow freely until there were no more tears to shed.

Unexpectedly, I felt overwhelmed with everything, and I felt tired. I yawned tiredly. I thought it was going to be a long night because I had not thought that I would fall asleep. My eyes soon began to droop and I fell to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was feeling tired and unhappy. I checked the time and realized that it was some minutes to nine o'clock am. I got out of bed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I didn't like that the school was on summer break, and with the triplets, especially Dylan and Demien, acting weird, it was so boring.

I knew I would be alone in the house since the triplets made it a duty to leave home very early and return very late. Hissing lightly, I stood up from the bed and did my morning routine. When I was through, I got dressed and got ready to face the day.

My eyes were still puffy from crying myself to sleep and the look of them made my mood even worse. Dad wasn't there either to cheer me up. He had been busy with work.

I walked into the living room to see that it was empty as I had predicted. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself tea and bread. I ate the food distractedly. When the tea got cold, I stood from the table and dropped the half-finished cup in the sink, then walked to the living room to sit on the couch.

As I flipped through the channels absentmindedly, a thought came to my mind. I was ready to do everything to have my brothers’ love and affection back.

With this resolve, I decided to go to where Dylan trained. I was sure that if I was early enough, I might catch him before training would start and I didn't want to wait until after he trains to talk to him. Dylan loved me and he doted on me too, and I was sure that he would listen to me.

My feet were hastened with these thoughts and I rushed to my room to get my phone, my wallet, and also call a cab.

I was restless until the cab arrived and I wished he drove faster. I had intentionally changed into the dress Dylan gave me for my birthday. He would love to see me in it.

When I got to the training center, there were a few people around, but I could see that there was no training going on, so I headed towards the locker room, hoping to find Dylan there.

“Hello Greta, it's nice to see you on the club grounds,” a friend of Dylan greeted me as I approached the locker room.

“Hi,” I greeted him with a smile. I didn't quite catch his name, but I knew he was part of Dylan's team.

“What are you doing here?” He asked but I could see that he was maintaining his distance. They all knew how protective of me Dylan was and no one wanted to get on the nerves of someone like Dylan.

“Have you seen Dylan around?” I asked.

“Yeah, he is in the locker room getting changed for training,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said then walked briskly to the locker room. I had been there before and I knew that at that time, it would be almost empty. I knocked just once before I opened and entered.

Dylan was standing there holding his bag while stuffing his clothes into the bag. He obviously just changed into his jersey. He looked at me, then looked away, and then looked back at me as if he had thought I was a mirage at first.

“You are here?” He asked in surprise.

“Yes. I came to see you,” I said nervously.

“You could have waited for me at home,” Dylan said with his voice sounding huskier than I knew it.

“You wouldn't talk to me at home and …” I had to stop talking at that moment because the look in his eyes changed and he walked towards me.

Each step he took towards me, I took one backwards. When my back hit the door, I looked at him worriedly.

Dylan leaned into me and successfully trapped me against the door. He lowered his head and buried his face in my neck. He then raised his head and smiled at me before capturing my lips with his.

I was shocked at first and couldn't react, but the instant I realized what was happening, I began to struggle against him, but it was a futile attempt. I couldn't push him away from me. It was as if I were pushing against a wall.

His left hand moved away from where he had placed it beside me and held my waist tightly, making fear crawl into my heart. I couldn't believe that Dylan was doing that to me. His hand was massaging my waist before he dropped it to the hem of my dress and gently lifted it to hold my thigh.

I made a sound for him to stop with my throat since he had possessed my lips, but it was just a vibration that did not affect him.

I heard laughter and the approach of feet from outside the locker room. Dylan heard it too, because he stiffened and then stepped back.

“f**k!” He cursed roughly, then ran his hands through his hair roughly while I stood looking at him in surprise. He turned to me and started apologizing.

“I am sorry Greta. I had a little to drink with the boys and I think it got into my head. I am sorry for making you uncomfortable,” Dylan apologized profusely and kept pacing like a caged lion.

“You don't have to…” I was going to say he didn't have to apologize but he cut me off.

“I know you are going to say that I don't need to apologize but I have to. I am sorry Greta. Blame it on the drink,” Dylan said then stopped pacing to look at me.

I didn't have any choice but to forgive him. I couldn't smell alcohol on his breath, but then I wasn't sure if my fear had made it so.

“Why are you here Greta? You should be home or with your friends or something,” Dylan said harshly. His words contrasted sharply with his apologetic posture just seconds before.

“I came to…” I wanted to once again reiterate why I was there but he cut me off.

“Shut up Greta. Leave this place and never come back here to look for me ever again. Do I make myself clear?” Dylan looked so angry that I thought he could attack me.

I had seen him angry several times never at me. I had always been his little princess. Always.

“Get out, Greta, and never come back here,” Dylan said, gritting his teeth. “Get out now!” He said more menacingly when I made no move to leave. It made me jump in fright.

I opened the door quickly and walked briskly away from the locker room with blind eyes. My heart was no longer broken, it was shattered. Dylan too?

What went wrong? What did I do to them to deserve such treatment? They both loved me, or so I thought. I never knew that my visit to Dylan’s training center could take that wrong a turn.