The Triplet Alphas's Christmas Gift

Chapter 23 - Dinner with Whitley

Tyler's POV

I really didn't want to be here.

In fact, if Mom hadn't insisted and my girl pushing us to keep things civil with the family, I wouldn't be here. I'd be snuggled up next to my girl and helping her to study for our final exams in a couple of days.

Something I was sure the wh*re in the seat across from me and my brothers should be doing as well. Whitley stared at the three of us with what I guess she thought was a coy look on her face, but honestly, it just made her look like a hungry cat. And we were the mice she was desperate to catch.

When we left the hospital, Ryan linked Matt to let him know the plan and to head to the packhouse instead of heading to the hospital after training was finished. Matt had growled through the link but agreed reluctantly with what princess had said and agreed to meet us there.

As we walked to the car, I opened the passenger side door to hop in as Ryan was a better driver when angry, when a female body tried to slide past me into the seat. I froze and blocked her from getting in, "Whitley, what on earth do you think you're doing?!" I asked coldly. She looked at me innocently, "I thought I'd head back to the packhouse with you guys. You know, to freshen up." she said, simpering, batting her eyelashes at me.

I wanted to vomit at her display. This girl was nothing on my princess. One look at Ryan in the driver's seat told me he felt the same and wasn't above driving off if she tried to climb in. I growled menacingly at her, causing Whitley to step back in fear, "Listen, Whitley, you are not coming to the packhouse with us. We are not picking you up, and we will only be doing this 'dinner' to get Mom off our backs. You are not our type, ANY of us. So, turn your wh*re a** around, walk to that large home of yours that's peaking over the trees over there, and meet us in the town square in ten minutes. Any later, and we'll call the whole thing off. Understand?" I asked, deadly calm.

Whitley's face turned red, from either embarrassment or anger, I wasn't completely sure, nor did I care. I didn't want to take her out in the first place. Her eyes flashed, "Not YOUR TYPE?!" she shrieked, and I could have sworn a few car windows shattered around us. "What do you MEAN, I'm not your type?! Who exactly WOULD be your type? Wait til I tell Luna how you are treating me! What did I do to deserve this treatment from you guys?!" she wailed, stomping her foot like a toddler.

Ryan got out of the car then and came up behind her as I leaned in, our Alpha auras engulfing her, causing Whitley to tilt her head in submission. The Alpha blood in her helped her to fight a bit, but it wasn't enough to keep her from submitting completely, "Go ahead, Whitley. We don't care. Our Mom might think that she can control us, but we're just humoring her. Tell her, try to make our lives as miserable as you do others at school. And you will not enjoy the consequences." I murmured.

Whitley stepped back, her face turning pale. She bumped into Ryan, who nearly gagged, and then ran around him in the direction of her house. Her Dad was an administrator of the hospital, and her mom ran the charity fundraising for it as well.

We watched her go before Ryan looked at me c*****g an eyebrow, "You sure that's wise? She probably will tell Mom about how we treated her and cause more problems for Dad in the long run." he asked as we got back into the car. I shrugged and rolled the window down trying to get as much of Whitley's scent off me as possible, "I don't care. I'm tired of Mom interfering in our love life. We found the girl we want and I, for one, refuse to bow down and have other girls shoved at me and told that I have to date them." I stated, and Ryan nodded, "I agree with you, bro; I was just wondering if you were prepared for the consequences." he stated as we pulled into the driveway. I smiled toothily, "Of course I am, now let's get this over with."

Matt met us outside his room, running a comb through his hair, "Why are we doing this again?" he grumbled as I headed to my room, "To get Mom off our back for a while so we can have some time with Princess." I said over my shoulder before I closed my door. I jumped in the shower real quick then put on a pair of nice jeans, a dark hoodie, and tennis shoes. I ran a brush through my hair and stepped back out of my room after checking my reflection; I didn't want to do this, so I dressed up enough to show some effort but not a ton.

Ryan stepped out in a similar outfit, and Matt was leaning against the wall, brooding, "So, the only reason we're doing this is to get Mom to shut up about Whitley for a while? And Teira's ok with it?" Matt asked pushing off the wall. I sighed as I headed towards the elevator, "Mom keeps pushing Whitley on us because she thinks we're compatible. If we go out on this one dinner and it's a disaster, Mom will shut up about her once and for all. And princess doesn't want to cause a rift in the family so she pushed us towards keeping the peace between us and Mom." I explained. Matt shook his head, "I understand the disaster part but that won't stop Mom from shoving Whitley or any other girl down our throat. How do you plan to get her to stop doing that?"

I smirked and Ryan smiled, "By telling her we found the girl we want." he answered for me. Matt looked between us, then shook his head, "And if Mom doesn't approve of Teira?" he asked cautiously. I growl at the thought, Ryan right behind me, "She will, or we'll make it clear that we are the future Alphas, and she ultimately has no say over who we choose to succeed her. We'll talk to Dad about it before it comes to that, but ultimately, Mom will accept Teira, or she can go back to Moon Valley." I said firmly. My brothers looked at my face and nodded their agreement.

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Twenty minutes later had us sitting in a corner booth at the local diner, Whitley had pouted when she saw where we were walking. She had dressed in normal sl*t attire, a black blouse with a neckline that dipped low enough for her boobs to fall out, a short, pink miniskirt that barely covered her a**, and black stiletto heels to make her look taller than she was. When we sat, she had wanted to be between the three of us, but we managed to make it where she sat across from me with Ryan on my right and Matt on her left.

We ordered quickly but while we waited for our food, Whitley began trying to slide her heel up my leg. I kicked her foot hard, and she flinched and stopped; whatever scent she bathed herself in was giving me a headache, and I just wanted this to be over. Matt played on his phone, completely ignoring her, and poor Ryan kept drinking water, trying not to hurl all over the table every time Whitley flipped her hair, which she did a lot.

When the food arrived, we ate in silence. Whitley was obviously sulking that none of us were paying attention to her, and she tried to strike up a conversation with Matt, "How's school going, Matty? You all set for graduation next semester?" she asked coyly, touching his arm. Matt cringed at the contact and moved his arm away from her, "My name is Matt and yes, things are going well. I should graduate with honors." he said in a clipped tone. Whitley's eyes flashed in anger at being corrected, but she forced a laugh, "Oh Matty, you're so rigid. Why don't you try to have fun for a change?" she asked, trying again.

Matt growled and glared at her, "My. Name. Is. Matt." he stated clearly, making her flinch back in her seat and then look at me with a pout on her face, "Tyler, he's being mean to me." she whined. I barely looked up from my food, "And?" I asked in a monotone voice. Whitley huffed then sat back, flipping her hair again. Ryan gagged and shot out of his chair, running for the restroom quickly.

Whitley glared after him as Matt stood up, "I'd better go check on him." he said heading in that direction. She scoffed, "What's wrong with them?! You'd think I disgusted them with the way they're acting." she stated. I rolled my eyes, "You do." I stated. Before I could react to what was happening, Whitley had stood up, walked to my side then climbed in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, "I don't disgust you, do I Tyler? You find me to be pretty don't you?" she asked swaying her hips on my lap.

I stood up angrily, my eyes flashing black and causing Whitley to nearly hit the floor, "You and your behavior disgust me the most, Whitley Pierce, you are not my or my brother's type and if it hasn't gotten through your head by now then you are just as dumb as I think you are. Tell my mother about this if you want, I'm done. Do NOT come near me again." I roared. Heads turned towards my outburst, and Whitley's eyes filled with tears, but I didn't care.

I set some money on the table to pay for my portion of the meal and left, there was only one person who could make me feel better. I linked my brothers and then headed towards the hospital.

I needed to see my girl.