Detective Alsie and the Triplets ... the beginning

Andrew

Alsie POV-

This case, this drive home, lack of sleep, seeing the triplets at the coffee shop, my conversation with Alpha Kordell, it was a lot, almost too much. I was exhausted, I had a million and one questions, and now I’m mated to the triplets.

I’m mated to the triplets! Me! There’s three of them! Three totally different personalities, three men with different expectations of what they want a mate and Luna to be. How did this happen?

There’s three of them! I think I’m having my first ever panic attack. Three, I have three mates. I’ve never had a serious boyfriend. I’m 24 years old, just weeks away from my 25th birthday and I’ve never even been kissed. That’s not true. I’ve been kissed but not like a serious boyfriend, kind of kiss. That kiss with Osiris, which felt like forever ago, was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a real kiss.

The triplets are experienced in everything. All three of them have soiled their wild oats a time or two or hundred. Before I moved out of the packhouse, I was privy to the parade of she-wolves that came and went through those doors. Some of the girls even dated more than one of the triplets.

Then, after Alpha Kordell made the announcement that the triplets hadn’t found their fated mate and might be taking a contract Luna the number of she-wolves around the packhouse almost tripled. She-wolves from other territories within our borders even started showing up, offering themselves up. It was disgusting.

One afternoon, I was in the packhouse, and I overheard the triplets talking about how none of these she-wolves are what they wanted in a mate and Luna. That they didn’t want someone easy and desperate-looking power that the Luna position held. They all wanted a “pure” mate, someone who was just for them, completed them, someone who didn’t have ulterior motives, someone they could trust.

After overhearing this conversation, I would just silently chuckle every time I saw a new crop of she-wolves show up.

Stop. Stop thinking about the triplets. Focus on driving. I kept telling myself, but my thoughts kept wandering off back to the triplets and what my life was going to be like.

I’m not going to quit my job. I refuse. I’ve worked too hard to get to this point and I love what I do. That’s a non-starter. I’m not going to be some trophy Luna who just shops and “lunches” all day with other ranked she-wolves. There is absolutely no way.

I’m almost home and I can feel my bed calling my name. Fatigue and exhaustion are real. Sometimes I think taking a job so far from the Packlands was stupid. I had my reasons for it, and I got the necessary permission from Alpha Kordell to work in the human world. But this job took its toll on a person. Being a homicide detective is a constant mental battle. It’s hard to turn your brain off when you’re on a case. Sometimes you just go, go, go until there is nothing left in you except sleep deprivation, exhaustion, and hunger. But, once you solve the case, it’s all worth it. The feeling of accomplishing something that changes the lives of the victims’ families, possible future victims, and bringing closure to people is like nothing else in this world.

I finally pulled into my driveway. I turned my vehicle off, grabbed my bag, got out of my car and headed to my front door. As I was fumbling with my keys, I thought I faintly heard someone call my name.

“Alsie” the voice whispered.

I looked around. I didn’t see anyone.

“I really need some sleep. I should’ve stayed in the city,” I said to myself.

“Alsie” the voice whispered again.

“What? Who are you?” I yelled into the night.

“Why are you yelling at me?”

“Andrew!” I yelled. “What are you doing here? Your dad said we can’t see each other right now.”

“OK 1st- Stop yelling at me. I’m standing right here. 2nd- I don’t care what my dad said. I wanted to be here when you got home. 3rd- I know Brook was a good friend to you and I know this case is bothering you.”

“You’re right. Thank you for coming by and waiting for me. Do you want to come inside? I feel like us standing out here, in the open, talking is going to get us in trouble.”

“Get us in trouble, like when we were little kids?” Andrew asked.

“Yea, exactly like when we were little kids.” I responded over my shoulder as I unlocked my front door and opened it.

“Umm, ok, I guess. Yea, sure, why not? I’ll come in.”

“Andrew?”

“Alsie?”

“Why are you being weird and frigidity?”

“I’ve never been in your house before.”

“What? No way that’s true.”

“Yea, it’s true. After you left the packhouse and moved in here, we didn’t see much of each other. We only saw each other at pack events and those monthly dinners mom did for a few years. In fact, when you stayed with us at the packhouse, I never once stepped foot in your private quarters. I knocked on the door a few times, but never actually crossed the threshold.”

I was standing there looking at one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen, listening intently to his words, and trying to recall a single memory of him being in my personal private space.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Andrew asked me.

“You’re amazingly handsome, and those eyes are like looking into a brownish-copper piece of glass. Now that I think about it, you’re right. I can’t recall a single time when you or one of your brothers ever entered my private quarters. Wait… did I just say that first part out loud? Ohmigod… I’m so tired. I thought, I only thought that part.” I could feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment.

“Let’s just go inside. Unless I made it way too awkward thinking out loud.”

“No, it’s not awkward. I would like to come inside,” replied Andrew.

We entered my little warrior cottage. I put my keys, cell phone, and badge on the side table that was by the stairs, opened the drawer and put my gun still in the holster in the drawer and closed it. Andrew and I walked down the small hallway to the small living room.

I went over to the couch, kicked my shoes off under my coffee table, and sat down. I noticed Andrew was just standing in the hallway entrance to my living room.

“You good?” I asked curiously.

“Yea, it’s little like you.” He chuckled.

“Come on. Come and sit down, you’re being weird.” I patted the couch cushion next to me.

I swear it only took him two strides to get from the hallway to my couch. He sat next to me, kicked off his shoes, and reached for the remote control.

“Um, no, no way. You don’t just get the remote control on your first ever time in my house. Give me that,” I said playfully, as I reached for the controller.

“Yea, I do. I’m a guest. I know you have better manners than that. What were you raised by wolves or something?” Andrew laughed.

“Fine. Only because I’m too tired to fight you right now. Pick whatever you want.” I gave in rather quickly. Truth be told, I was enjoying his company, and I was too tired to argue about it, even playfully.

“No, I don’t think it’s because you’re tired. I think it’s because I’m amazingly handsome, and you like my eyes.”

All I could do was shake my head and smile. It was then that Andrew pulled me close to his side, turned on the TV, found a rerun of Friends, and I fell asleep curled into his side with my head on his chest.