My possessive alphas

5

Liv narrating:

I wasn't going to be able to sleep...

That's what I told myself, but when I closed my eyes and opened them, the day was already brighter. That's when I realized I really had slept. I didn't understand how I could trust Callum enough to fall asleep, knowing he was in heat.

I even felt relatively safe near him, and I slept like a baby.

When I woke up, I realized he was no longer beside me. I got out of bed, and memories of what happened the night before began to flood my mind. My heart raced.

Everything came to mind: The three bullies had ended up becoming my mates.

The simple thought made me tremble visibly.

I know I can't hide in their house forever and I really need to face reality, even though I wasn't ready to accept it. What I planned to do was simply tell them that there was no way we could be mates after years of physical and psychological torture.

With that determination, I left the room. However, I wasn't going to confront them; I was going to wait until one of them showed up. If they tried what they did the day before, then I would drop the bomb.

Even with this boost of self-confidence, I still found myself peeking before entering anywhere, to make sure I didn't bump into any of them. It was so difficult, because wherever I went, their strong and dominant scent lingered everywhere.

After escaping the huge mansion, I returned to the staff quarters and only then was I able to breathe a sigh of relief. I went straight to my room and locked the door. Is this how I was going to spend the rest of my life? Living in apprehension?

Why did it have to be them? Of all people? I sat on my small bed, holding my hair in my hands.

I knew I couldn't stay in my room forever. I will have to face them if I want to tell them that I am not interested, but how the hell would I do that if I couldn't even bear the thought of facing them? One look from any of them and I would be shaking like a leaf.

While I was thinking about this, I heard a loud knock on the door. My heart jumped out of my chest, as my eyes widened. The only thing I could think of was the possibility of it being them.

My hands were shaking at my sides, while my lips trembled.

"Open the door, Liv. I saw you come in," said a familiar voice, it was Yvonne.

Never in my life had I been happier to hear her voice. I ran to the door, my body relaxed, and then I opened it.

"Good morning," she raised her hand and made a gesture that seemed to reprimand me.

"You came in and locked the door? What is this? Disneyland? Don't you have any tasks this morning?"

It was then that I realized that I shouldn't even leave the mansion without finishing all my tasks first.

"Sorry, I'll start working now," I passed her quickly, but before I could leave, she stopped me.

She looked me up and down, shaking her head in disdain.

"Anyway, the triplets want you to be responsible for their food today."

The moment she said that, my heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

"What?"

"Are you disobeying orders?" I swallowed hard and shook my head.

"No, ma'am. I was confused because I'm not the maid responsible for their meals."

She shrugged.

"I'm not the one who makes the rules. They are the Alpha's sons. If they want you to be their maid, you will be. I have no power in this decision."

"Oh." My lips couldn't produce any more words. I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest. If I wasn't careful, I would faint.

"And don't delay. They don't like to wait. So, go to work."

I passed her quickly, knowing that as soon as Mrs. Yvonne gave an order, she expected it to be fulfilled as quickly as possible. As I ran towards the mansion, I almost cried knowing how doomed I was, but I had to hold on.

I thought I would have to prepare their food before delivering it, but when I arrived at the kitchen, the meal had already been prepared by one of the maids. The only thing I needed to do was take it to them. It seemed like a complete setup.

With trembling hands, I picked up the tray and went down to the indicated room, repeating to myself: relax, relax, relax.

I couldn't count how many times I did that. Arriving at the door, I took a while to compose myself and finally knocked.

"Come in quickly, Liv," called a deep voice, full of despair and impatience, which was Max's.

Without a doubt, everyone was waiting for me.

My hand was shaking as I struggled to open the door with the tray in my hands.

In the room, the three scents hit me all at once.

I swallowed hard, staring at them, who already had their eyes fixed on me.

Max was sitting on the bed, with his hands resting on it. Callum was sitting in a chair, with his arms crossed, staring at me with a challenging smile. Ryder was at the table, a little far from Callum, looking at me like I was a snack, a snack that he was going to devour.

"Finally, there's the star of the show," said Callum.

I raised the tray.

"I was ordered to bring you the food." My voice came out soft and trembling.

"Throw away the food. You being here is enough," said Ryder, with a mischievous smile on his face.

Callum looked at him, grimacing.

"You guys scared her enough last night, didn't you?" said Callum.

"It wasn't my fault. My wolf was out of control. There's a whole drama happening in this body as we speak," said Ryder.

"It wasn't my fault either..." Max started, when Callum interrupted him.

He narrowed his eyes and turned to Callum.

"Do you think it's easy? My wolf wouldn't stop thinking about her; all night I had to put up with smelling her and not having her," said Max.

Were they really going to talk about something like that, as if I wasn't there?

I tried to talk to him.

"I..." although my voice was trembling, I tried to do my part.

"I think we should tell our father about this," suggested Max, in an almost inaudible voice.

"Without a doubt, we want that," agreed Ryder.

"Dad might even consider it, but what about Mom? Did you forget that our mate is an omega?" questioned Callum, tilting his head to evaluate me.

"She has to accept it, damn it. I won't let my partner be afraid of judgment," stated Max, with determination.

"How kind of you," sarcastically, Callum said, fidgeting in the chair, "After years of bullying."

"Not that you were a saint, anyway," retorted Max.

"At least I wasn't a complete i***t," said Callum.

I knew I had to stop them before everything got out of control.

"Enough," I said firmly, throwing the tray on the table. A growing anger took over me as I heard Max suggest that they would introduce me to their father.

Do they think it's that easy? They haven't even apologized for the mental torment and fear they had caused me. Did they expect me to accept all this and for us all to live happily ever after?

I took a deep breath, staring at them like they were strangers after so much screaming for them to stop.

"I don't know what you want from me, but I need to make sure that if you're worried about the soul bond, it won't last."

I saw all the color drain from their faces.

"What are you talking about, Liv?" asked Max, worried, after my outburst.

"For years, I was tortured by you, mentally and physically, and just because we suddenly became mates overnight, you expect me to move on and accept everything you've done to me?"

There was a brief silence. Ryder seemed the most destroyed by my sudden refusal.

"But that's in the past, Liv," Ryder tried, in a calm voice, trying to make me understand.

I lost my patience.

"Past? It happened days ago!" I exploded. "And even if it had been longer, do you think I can move on after all that?!"

I was silent, staring at them before declaring forcefully:

"I, Liv Anderson, refuse you as my mates. I'm not interested."

"What?" Max said, surprised.

"You really need to think this through, Liv," Ryder said immediately.

Callum, who seemed indifferent, added:

"And what are we going to do with this information?"

I clenched my fist at my side.

"You will accept my rejection, and we will go our separate ways."

He kept a cold, fixed look on me as he said in a cutting voice:

"Not in my damn death."