Pregnant With The Lycan's Triplets

Chapter One

"You're nothing but a thief and a liar!" Petra exclaimed, her voice dripping with contempt. Her eyes raked over Daphne with disgust. "I can only imagine how long you've been stealing from our mistress."

Daphne, taken aback by the sudden accusation, attempted to defend herself. ""Petra, you know I didn't steal anything. Why are you doing this?"" Despite her genuine bewilderment, Daphne was well aware of Petra's ulterior motives. Petra had always seen her as a threat and was willing to go to any lengths to eliminate her and secure their mistress's favor.

Enraged by what she perceived as Daphne's deceitful defense, their mistress swiftly stood up and delivered a stinging slap across Daphne's face. "Keep your lying tongue to yourself!" she seethed. "This is precisely how you behaved when you were caught last time."

Daphne cradled her cheek, the shock of the attack still registering as she struggled to comprehend the situation.

"If I don't get my money and the truth from you, I'll make your life a living hell," their mistress threatened, her voice rising. "You can't keep stealing from me."

Petra, seizing the opportunity to cast further doubt on Daphne's innocence, suggested, ""Why don't you check our bags? If one of us truly stole the money, I doubt they would have left the shop yet."" Her confidence in making the suggestion was strengthened by her knowledge of her actions.

Their mistress promptly summoned all the workers and ordered them to bring their bags for inspection. One by one, each bag was searched without incident. When it was Daphne's turn, she submitted her bag without argument, confident in her innocence. However, her certainty was shattered by the discovery that followed.

Revealing a substantial amount of money hidden in the pocket of Daphne's bag, their mistress erupted in fury. "You despicable thief! How could you?""

"I... I didn't put that there..."" Daphne stammered, shock rendering her momentarily inarticulate. "There's been a mix-up somewhere."

Her mistress's response dripped with sarcasm. "Just like there was a mix-up the last time a drink under your care went missing?"

Daphne was still in shock and immediately turned to Petra, who had a mischievous smile on her face. She knew what Petra was capable of doing.

“Petra, are you kidding me right now?” Daphne gasped.

“Don't you dare try to intimidate her into covering for you when there's evidence against you!” The mistress screamed as Petra turned to face Daphne and mouthed “Just take the fall, you thief!”

"I'll let this slide because I am in a good mood, but next time, I'll make sure you pay dearly for it. Petty thief!"" The mistress yelled.

A feral feeling rose within Daphne. She opened her mouth to say something, but Petra shoved her again.

""Just shut up and be remorseful! You're not going to get anywhere by insubordination!"" she scoffed.

Daphne was enraged. This wasn't the first time Petra had done something like this. It wasn't the second, third or fourth! Petra had always been an asshole but ever since she'd been promoted to staff manager she'd become even worse, always stealing stuff from the restaurant, making irresponsible decisions, and blaming any blowout on the nearest person she could find – which was usually Daphne. And Daphne couldn't say anything because Petra had the power to fire her.

Now that she thought about it, she couldn't understand how Petra of all people had become staff mana-

Oh my God!

Daphne suddenly remembered. Petra had taken credit for work that she'd done while she was out sick. That's why Petra became staff manager. After all these months of deciding it wasn't worth fighting over, Daphne snapped.

“What did you just say to me Petra?” Daphne growled, advancing on her.

Petra huffed.

“What's that? Are you trying to intimidate me?""

She looked Daphne up and down in that condescending manner and stared at her.

""Get out of my office, Daphne. Get out before I fire you! You've cost me enough as it is!” The mistress hissed.

“I’ve cost you? Me?"" Daphne gave a dry laugh.

“Yeah. Get out, Daph."" Petra laughed, stretching her hand to shove Daphne again.

But Daphne had it with her, she grabbed her hand midair and yanked her forward, landing a terrifying slap on her face.

“Daphne you–” the mistress began, but Daphne cut her off.

“To hell with you both!” Daphne roared, shoving a screaming Petra at her mistress. “I quit!”

Her mistress shoved Petra out of her way and advanced on Daphne, laughing dryly, her eyes lighting up as though she was about to shift into her wolf form.

""You are nothing without me, Daphne! You will rot without this job!""

""Well then, go have a party! You can use my salary! I'm done with this! Done with being a foot mat! Every bad thing that Petra does around here I get blamed for it and never get any credit for all the good I do!""

Daphne stormed out of the office, seeing red.

She stopped by the bar and yanked two bottles from the bartender's hand before she left the restaurant.

“Argh!!” She screamed out on the sidewalk, smashing one of the bottles against the restaurant’s signboard.

She slipped and fell, her head hitting the pole of the signboard. And it was at that moment that she realized she'd let her wolf take over.

She took deep breaths to calm herself down.

She inspected her claws which had begun to peek through her fingers, tears falling from her eyes. She'd always wondered how she could extend and retract her claws without shifting. None of the werewolves she'd ever encountered could do it. The kids back at the orphanage had called her a freak because of it.

She was still very angry. But now she felt more hopeless. Without this job, she would fall behind on her rent again. She'd almost been close to clearing all her debt bills.

Her eyes fell on the second bottle of vodka she'd taken from the restaurant and at that moment she decided that just for tonight, she wasn't going to worry. She'd spent her entire life worrying about everything. So tonight would be her night.

She snatched up the bottle and stood up.

*******

Thirty minutes later, Daphne was screaming in a club with other wolves her age, getting drunk and high and gyrating madly with men whose faces she wouldn't recognize in the morning.

She giggled as she extricated herself from the crowd to get another drink. But then she ran into something very solid.

She hiccuped as she looked up at the huge man before her.

“Sorry!” She slurred, giggling again and making to move away from him. But she stumbled and was back in his arms again, giggling drunkenly.

The man traced the curve of her face, a small smile on his face.

“You shouldn't be here.” He stated simply, his voice dark and deep and commanding attention.

Daphne’s giggling stopped as she heard the voice, her brows furrowing as she squinted up to get a better look at his face.

She'd felt something like his voice had cascaded over her ears. She couldn't quite place it through the fog of drunkenness, but she wanted to get a closer look at him.

In a sudden, bold movement, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol. Her impulses were fueled by her drunkenness and, since her mysterious companion didn't seem to mind, she surrendered for the moment, losing herself in the unexpected kiss.

His response was instant. It was as though he'd been ignited and was now on fire.

She moaned into his mouth and pressed her body harder against his as his hand found the back of her head, angling her closer to him.

“Let's go.” He muttered gruffly, pulling away from her just enough to begin yanking her away from the crowd.

“But… we're supposed… to go that way…”

Daphne wondered if it was just her intoxicated state or if he was leading her toward a back exit.

For some reason, her flight response wasn't triggered. She would have followed this strange man to the moon if he'd asked.

He pulled her into a vehicle and then slammed her against the door. Wrapping his hand around her neck, he demanded,

“Say you're mine.”