Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

Gina.

It was a beautiful evening as stars adored themselves up in the sky. I felt happy being surrounded by my triplet mates, as we played various games and enjoyed each other’s company.

We were all seated on a mat in the beautiful garden where we were having a little picnic, and honestly, I was having the time of my life with them.

“So what game do you think we should play next since you don’t want the truth or dare game?” asked Derrick, who was seated on my right-hand side.

I had bluntly refused to play the truth or dare game with them because I felt it was going to get nasty at some point, and I didn’t want that.

“How about we ask questions that can help us know ourselves better?” I said, and everyone seemed to agree with what I said.

“I will start,” said Devon, who was seated on my left-hand side.

“Okay,” I said, directing my attention to him.

“Who would you likely k**s, date, and marry among the three of us?” Devon asked.

His question seemed to interest his other two brothers, as they all turned their focus on me.

“Do I have to answer that?” I asked as I uneasily stared at the triplets.

“Yes, you have to,” Devon replied sharply.

“You will get your opportunity to ask your questions.” He added.

“Okay,” I said, carefully thinking about my answer.

“I will probably k**s Devon because I think he is really sweet and nice. And I will most likely date Derrick and Denver because they are both bad boys, and there’s something cute about them, despite their bad-boy nature,” I said, glad that I had conniving dodged the last part.

“You didn’t answer the last part; who would you marry?” Devon insisted.

“I can’t say for now; I am still trying to get to know all three of you,” I said in all honesty.

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“Okay, my turn,” said Derrick and I slowly nodded my head to give him the go-ahead.

“If you found yourself lost in the woods, who would you call for help?” Derrick asked, fixing his gaze intensively on me.

“Honestly?” I asked him while using my side eye to watch his other two brothers’ reactions.

“Yeah,” Derrick replied.

“That will be Denver,” I said, and my answer seemed not to sit well with Devon, who adjusted uncomfortably in his sitting position.

“Why?” Derrick asked, still gazing at me as if trying to read meaning into my every move.

“I don’t know, I just feel he is the more aggressive one and will do whatever it takes to get me to safety,” I said dismissively.

“So you think “aggressive” means “protective”?” Questioned Devon.

“Not exactly, don’t get it wrong; I like you all for various reasons, and I guess that his being aggressive is one of the attributes I find interesting in him,” I said to Devon, who didn’t look too pleased with my response.

“Okay, so who would you call when you are bored?” Derrick asked again, and something about the question made me feel like he wanted me to pick him.

But since I was trying to be honest with them, I figured I might as well stick with the truth.

“Devon because he makes me laugh and goes out of his way to make me happy,” I said, and that instant I saw a faint happy smile creep up Devon’s face.

“Denver, it’s your turn,” Derrick said to him.

He seems not to have a question that he wanted to ask, but after some time, he quietly clears his throat before lifting his eyes to look at me.

“Who would you call when you are on heat?” he questioned, in a voice that instantly brings the heat if you know what I mean.

I felt he already knew the answer to this question, even before he asked it. But since he was gullible enough to ask, I was going to make him wish he hadn’t.

“I will call my mates,” I said to him, matching his gaze with mine.

“Which of your mates?” He inquired in a deep voice, dimming his sexy eyes at me.

“All three of them,” I answered, resisting the sudden urge to want him close to me.

“Is that your fantasy?” he inquired, his eyes traveling from my eyes to my lips and finally resting on my boobs.

“No, it’s my reality if I choose to let it be,” I answered, and at that moment, I completely forgot that his other two brothers were there.

“Do you think you have what it takes to handle all three of us?” he questions, breaking his gaze from my boobs while a dirty smile plays on his lips.

“What do you think?” I questioned while trying to block out the images of being f****d by all three of them.

“Are you alright? You look flushed,” said Derrick as his eyes went into mine.

“Puff, you wish. Now it’s my turn,” I said, directing my attention to all three alphas before me.

“What is that one thing that you think you have that I can’t resist?” I asked.

“You mean aside from our giant c***s?” Derrick teased him teasingly while his brothers chuckled.

“Yeah, aside from that,” I deliberately avoided saying “c**k” in front of all of them.

“Aside from what?” Derrick insisted while trying hard to suppress his laughter.

“Oh please, it’s not like your c**k is the biggest; I have seen bigger and longer ones,” I said defensively while biting hard on my lower l*p.

“Really?” Denver asked with a newfound interest.

“Come on, guys, I asked a question,” I said, pretending to be angry that they were avoiding answering me.

The triplets shared glances at each other as they pondered on my question.

“I like winning; I don’t like losing no matter the situation, and I think that should be attractive enough for you,” Devon said, and I couldn’t help but pause a while to think about his answer.

“So if you were in a race, and you knew that I was sick or dying, would you go ahead and complete the race or would you come to me?” I questioned him.

“I would complete the race and then run right back to you with my trophy. I am sure you would be so proud of me,” he said, and I smiled at his answer.

“What about you?” I said referring to Derrick.

“I love cooking, giving nice body massages, and treating my girls like they would love to be treated; I also have irresistible charms that make it impossible for anyone to resist me,” Derrick said, and I also smiled when he was done.

I slowly directed my attention toward Denver, who seemed to be lost in thought.

“It’s your turn,” I said to him.

“I don’t know if I have any special qualities that might attract you to me, but one thing I know is that I am real to myself; what you see is what you get. I must confess that I am not the best at sharing my emotion, but I am willing to learn if you teach me,” he said calmly.

“That’s fair,” I said to them.

So, who won this round, Devon questioned.

“Every one of you did,” I said to him.

“Now to my next question, how did you guys go from hating and bullying me back in high school to all of a sudden wanting me now?” I said, specifically fixing my gaze on Derrick.

This question seemed to scare them as little as they all gave different nervous attitudes.

“For me, I will say that I was young and foolish, thinking of it as just a fun game and never really knowing how much it affected you; I am sorry,” Derrick said, with his eyes down.

“I wasn’t bullying you, as in as much; I was just going with the flow of everything and everyone around me,” Devon said, conniving to push the blame onto his brother.

I didn’t like that because he was old enough to make his own decisions at that time. I would expect that he took responsibility for his actions and did not try to play smart.

“And you? I said to Denver, who was wearing a dim, blank expression on his face.

“I think it was because you took the spotlight anytime you were around,” Denver said, and his answer had me confused.

“What do you mean?” I asked with interest.

“You were the only omega in our school; you were smart and huge, and all attention would automatically shift to you whenever you came to school. For example, everyone knew your name, the teachers sang your praises, and some teachers would ask our girlfriends to come to you for extra classes. And they never liked that, so when they told us about it, we figured making your life miserable would put you off your grades, but it never did,” Denver said reflectively, his eyes down the entire time.

Learning that they were bullying me because of my smartness came as a surprise to me. I never thought they noticed how smart I was, but thinking of it at that moment made me sad.

“It didn’t affect my grades, but it affected me badly,” I said quietly.

As my mind drifted back to the times I would pretend to be sick at home, so my parents wouldn’t force me to go to school.

The fact that my grade never got altered is still a mystery to me.

“What do you mean?” Devon questioned calmly.

“I went to catering school because I feared being bullied by you guys or any other person in college. Do not get me wrong, I very much loved my catering school, but I certainly would have loved to have that college experience,” I said sadly.

“We were young and foolish, and we do sincerely hope that you forgive us,” Derrick said, and from his voice and the various expressions on their faces, I could tell that they were indeed truly sorry.

“Moreover, college is never late; you could go back and have all the experiences you have always craved,” Devon said, and I couldn’t help but smile at his words.

*****

Third-Person Narrative.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Gwen, and her father were becoming restless as to why the gods had suddenly become silent in deciding who should become the triplets’ mate.

Gwen was constantly nagging her father about how the triplets abandoned her.

The fear that he may have failed his daughter made him sad all the time, until one day he decided that he had had enough.

He was done being patient and was going to do whatever it took for his daughter to become the next Luna.

And there was no better way than to try to create chaos in the pack; he disguised himself as an old man and went on a secret mission to visit a rival pack. With the sole aim of negotiating a deal that would not only be beneficial to him but also for his daughter.

On getting to the bad moon pack, he asked to see the alpha and was brought before Alpha Timothy, a brutal and heartless alpha.

Alpha Timothy has been known to be Alpha Alexander’s sworn enemy and would do anything to see that the headquarters are taken from Alexander’s pack and brought to his pack.

“What do I owe with this visit?” Timothy questioned.

“I came to tell you that the gods have answered your prayers,” Lucas Amel said, using a fragile old man’s voice to address the all-attentive alpha.

The alpha seemed taken aback by the old man’s declaration, as he subconsciously stared at him.

“The silver moon pack has been cursed by the goddess, and if you have ever wanted to defeat them, now is the time,” he added.

“I don’t understand,” Alpha Timothy said.

“The triplets have found their mate, an omega who was once a slave to them. Word has it that they are all obsessed with this mate of theirs. You very well know that Alpha is nothing without his mate. You will throw them off their game once you attack the pack and kill this mate of theirs,” Gwen’s father said to Alpha Timothy.

“And why do you think killing this mate of theirs would make me the alpha king,” alpha timothy asked while giving a suspicious look at the old man seated before him.

“Think of it, if you successfully kill their mate, it would give the people the opportunity to doubt their competency. For if they couldn’t protect their mate? How would they be able to protect the pack and the kingdom,” Gwen’s father asked him.

The news that the triplets have found a mate seems to appeal a lot to Alpha Timothy.

“And what do you hope to get from this, old man?” he questioned.

“An opportunity to be by your side when you finally become the alpha king,” he said to the alpha, who already seemed pleased with his proposal.