The Alpha's Call

Chapter 3

Months flew by, and Natasha knew she was having triplets. Natasha knew what she wanted. She wanted a better life for herself and her kids. She knew she couldn't rely on Mr. Smith, the good old man.

During breakfast, she tried bringing up the topic.

"How was your night and that of the babies?" Mr. Smith asked, showing a big smile. He had grown to be fond of Natasha and had never complained of anything. He was the one providing for Natasha and paying for all her medical expenses.

Natasha was grateful to him and always shows it by doing things that would please him. She always made sure the house was always tidy, even though Mr. Smith employed maids to do that.

"We all slept well, Mr. Smith," Natasha smiled.

"That's very good," he replied.

"I would love to talk to you about something," she started.

Mr. Smith sat up straight and nodded with a serious face.

"I am all ears, my dear," he responded.

"I would love to go to school. I didn't go to college," she said.

"That is a very good suggestion. But you do realize you are pregnant, right?" he implored.

Natasha nodded. "I know that I am pregnant. But I am not talking about it now. I want to start school immediately so I can deliver my kids," she explained.

"That's really a good one." Mr. Smith was impressed.

"I've been thinking of it. I want to give my kids the best lives they ever imagined." She said, smiling.

"What do you want to major in when you get into college?" he asked.

"Medicine. I want to be a medical doctor," she announced proudly.

"Ok then. Once you're done with all that, I have a friend who is a medical doctor. I'll link you up," he promised.

Natasha was over the moon. "Are you serious?"

Mr. Smith nodded. "You would get the best education I can afford."

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It's been many months since Natasha gave birth and started college. Her babies were tended to by the nannies Mr. Smith employed. After school, she would go back home to continue from where the nannies stopped.

Natasha was walking back from the library when she bumped into a guy, and he dropped the books he was holding.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry," Natasha said and helped him pick up his books.

"It's okay," he said and smiled.

Natasha returned the smile.

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"My name is Saxton," he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

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"Natasha," she simply replied and took his hand.

"I'm in the architectural department," he said, trying to strike up a conversation as they walked on.

"The hottest department in college," she complimented.

"Of course not. How about you?" he asked.

"Medicine," she replied, smiling.

"And you said I am in a hot department? You guys are literally the brain box and all that," he said, impressed.

Natasha smiled and tried to withdraw from the conversation.

"I think I better head home," she said.

"Let me drive you," he offered.

Natasha smiled. "I'll decline that offer."

"Ok. No pressure. I'll see you around, yeah?" he asked, eagerly waiting for a reply.

Natasha shrugged and walked off.

Saxton watched her figure leave and smiled. He had never seen someone trying to push him away like that. All the girls on the campus know him. Some for his wealth, while some for his face. He was surprised why Natasha seemed different. He needed to know her fast.

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Weeks passed, and Saxton didn't see Natasha. She goes to the library every day in order to catch a glimpse of her. But each day, it was a waste of time.

Natasha was sitting quietly on a bench when she spotted Saxton coming toward her direction. She didn't like him at all because he thought he had a big ego. She tried to hide her face, but it was too late. Saxton locked eyes with her and jigged towards her.

"Hey. Long time no see. I haven't seen you since that day," he started.

Natasha stared at him indifferently. "This school is so big that it'll take a miracle to see someone you met by accident again."

Saxton laughed nervously. He was getting the hint Natasha doesn't like him, but he wanted to make a good impression on her.

"Well, that's bad," he began. "Then how about we stop being strangers?"

Natasha sighed in frustration. It was obvious Saxton wouldn't leave her alone if she kept pushing him away.

"How do you tend to do that?" Natasha asked, already wishing the conversation would end soon so she could study. She felt boys would only bring distractions.

"Let's have dinner tonight," he suggested.

"So sorry. I would be busy," she replied with the warmest smile she could muster up.

"Just one dinner," he pleaded.

"No," she replied, getting fed up.

"If what harm would it cause?" he asked, obviously feeling frustrated.

"That one dinner would mean my babies would starve," she yelled in anger. "Just leave me alone."

Saxton stared at her in shock.

"What babies?" he asked.

"I am a mom of three," she said.

"You're married with three kids?" he said, fear evident in his face. He thought he was hitting on a married woman.

Natasha laughed. "No. I am not married. I just have triplets."

Saxton exhaled sharply. He was relieved. "You almost got me a heart attack there."

Natasha stared at him and walked off. Now, he was going to see her as a freak and would think she was cheap.

Saxton walked behind her and tried talking, but she ignored him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Natasha ignores him and walks on.

"You know you're weird, right? One minute, you're laughing with me; the next, you're making me look like the bad guy. I only want to be close to you," he complained.

"Please stop following me," she warned and walked faster.

"Please Natasha. Let's just be friends," he continued.

Natasha was losing her cool. She wanted Saxton to stay away from her. She didn't need anyone in her life. She was okay the way she was. She only needed Mr. Smith, who was like the father she never had, and her kids. She turned to face Saxton and breathed in.

"Saxton, please stop following me," she pleaded.

Saxon raises his hands in surrender and stops walking. He watched Natasha hail a cab and hop in. He had never tried so hard to get any lady of his choice. But here he was, trying to make Natasha his friend by all means. He needed to get a hold of himself. When she told him about her children, he saw her in a different light. He had wanted to hold her and make her his. He saw a meek and scared son underneath that farce she was displaying.

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Natasha was holding one of her babies and walking downstairs when she heard Mr. Smith talking to someone. They were chatting away happily. Natasha felt the voice felt oddly familiar. She wondered who the person was that was making the non-chatty Mr. Smith talk so much today.

She walks down the stairs with a big smile plastered on her face. Once she raised her head to look at the face, she froze. Sitting there in the living room was Saxton. He stared at Natasha and waved.

"Natasha," he voiced out.

Natasha's face fell. Her once bright mood turned sour. "What are you doing here? Are you following me?"

Saxton burst out laughing.

Mr. Smith also joined in.

"What's funny?" She asked.

"He didn't follow you. I invited him over," Mr. Smith said, which shocked Natasha.

"Ooh. He's your guest?" she asked.

"No. He's your guest," Mr. Smith said.

"I didn't invite him. You did. So I think he should be your guest. I think that is how it works," Natasha said, gritting her teeth.

"I heard he's a friend of yours in school," Mr. Smith asked.

"We aren't really friends," she said.

"True," Saxton said.

"Because I would love to date her."