Resisting the Alpha Triplets by Cara Anderson

Ch. 13 Us

Colt’s POV

“Colt, thank-” Clay started to thank me but I cut him off.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Both of you, get out! Now!” I growled at them.

They just nodded and left without a word. They both knew better than to challenge me when I was pissed. But I had nobody to blame but myself.

“Fuck!” I shouted, punching the wall as soon as they left the room.

My knuckles were bleeding but I didn’t bother to clean them, just letting the blood drip onto the carpet. What the fuck was wrong with me? My brothers had at least one thing right. I was feeling out of control and I hated it!

Why did I tell her she had to keep training the pack with us? She was giving me the perfect out, offering to stay away from us and I should have taken it. But I couldn’t. I hated the thought of not seeing her everyday, not having her close to me. My wolf snarled at me for even thinking about letting her go.

When she came storming into my office earlier, Darcy had been trying to get my attention, even climbing into my lap when I seemed too engrossed in my paperwork. But the truth was, I didn’t know what to say to her. I was too busy feeling guilty for thinking about Mallory.

Nathan showing up to training this morning had thrown me for a loop. I knew it shouldn’t bother me that they were together. I had Darcy. Why should I care if she had a boyfriend. But every time he put his hands on her, I just got angrier and angrier. My wolf wanted to rip him to shreds which didn’t help my own mood any.

As soon as training ended, I retreated to my office to be alone with my thoughts. I hoped maybe I could come up with a rational reason for my feelings and be able to move on. But a few hours later I was still battling with myself, trying to make sense of what I felt for Mallory, when Darcy had come in and distracted me.

Frustrated with my neglectful behavior, Darcy had wrapped her arms around my neck and was just leaning in to kiss me when Mallory walked in. A sudden surge of guilt washed through me when I caught the brief look of hurt in Mal’s eyes. I jumped up so fast I nearly knocked Darcy to the floor.

Darcy played it off well, not making a scene even though I could tell she was not happy with me and hurt by my actions. Her ability to mask her emotions and put Mal at ease reminded me why she would make such a good Luna. But a bigger part of me couldn’t stop wondering about that flash of hurt in Mal’s eyes and why she would feel that way. And why did it make me feel guilty?

I was actually relieved when Darcy left without protest.

I’d been doing so well during the whole conversation Mal and my brothers were having, standing in the background like an uninterested party while they talked about their feelings for her and she scoffed in their faces. Then, she started talking about loyalty and faithfulness and I couldn’t hold my tongue.

Maybe it was my own guilt that prompted me to speak, feeling disloyal to Darcy for even thinking about Mallory. Maybe I needed to steer the focus back to her to relieve my own sense of shame. But I should have kept my mouth shut, because in one little word I revealed the one secret I was trying to hide.

Us. That word said it all. It told her that somewhere deep down, I wanted the same chance my brothers were asking for, even if I couldn’t admit it. It told her I was just as much of a hypocrite as I accused her of being. And now it was out. I tried to play it off but I knew it didn’t fool anyone. All I could do now was find a way to work past it.

“Shit!” I grumbled to myself when my alarm stirred me from my thoughts.

I’d promised to meet Darcy for dinner and it was time to go. I knew she’d want to talk about what happened with Mallory and I also knew I couldn’t lie to her. But maybe I didn’t have to tell her everything. Why hurt her when I had no intention of pursuing Mallory Edwards. My commitment was to Darcy alone.

“Hey, babe.” Darcy greeted me when I arrived at the restaurant we’d agreed to meet at.

“Hey, yourself.” I leaned over to peck her lips before taking my seat across from her. “How was the rest of your day?”

“Boring! I just spent the day running errands and doing chores, waiting for time to pass so I could see you again.” She said. “How was your meeting with Mallory?”

That didn’t take long, I thought to myself. But I knew this conversation was inevitable.

“It was interesting.” I hedged, hoping she’d leave it at that but fate was not on my side.

“Oh, how so?” She looked at me suspiciously, waiting for me to elaborate.

I took a deep breath and blew it out, preparing to tell her the whole story.

“She came to ask to work in the infirmary instead of helping with pack training. But my brothers weren’t having it. They decided to tell Mallory they have feelings for her and want to spend time with her so they can show her they are serious about her.”

“Oh,” was all she said in response, but I could see the worried look in her eyes.

I reached out and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Talk to me, Darc. What are you worried about?” I nudged her to open up.

“What does that mean for us? If she accepts them and they want to make her their Luna, what does that mean for you and me?”

“She’s not going to accept them. She loves her boyfriend. She doesn’t want them.”

Darcy nodded her head to acknowledge my words but stared down at the table, deep in thought. When she finally looked up, her eyes were glassy as she held back tears.

“What if she’s your mate?” She asked, a lone tear spilling over.

“She’s not our mate. And even if she was, she won’t accept us.” I insisted.

“But you would? Accept her, I mean.” She questioned, but it was more of an accusation.

“Darcy, I didn’t say that!” I argued.

“You’re right. You didn’t say it. You said she wouldn’t accept you. You didn’t say you wouldn’t accept her if she was your mate.” She lashed out at me.

I could feel people staring at us as Darcy raised her voice. I did my best to comfort her.

“I didn’t say it because I assumed it was a given.” I tried backpedaling. “If you were already doubting that, then I thought you’d be more comforted by the thought she would reject us.”

Darcy stared at me for a moment, looking unconvinced, then looked away without speaking. She sipped on her water and an uncomfortable silence hung between us. Then she spoke again.

“Prove it to me.” She demanded as I looked back at her in confusion. “If you truly want me and not her, prove it. Take me home and make love to me.”

“Now?” I asked stupidly. “We haven’t eaten yet.

“We can get take out.” She countered. ” You’ve barely touched me since the day she came home. If that’s nothing more than coincidence, then show me.”

“Okay. Let’s go.” I reached for her hand and pulled out of her chair and out the door.

The entire drive back to her apartment, I tried to shove aside the feelings of guilt that came rushing back to me. I loved Darcy. She was my girlfriend, not Mallory. There was nothing wrong with making love to my girlfriend! Thankfully, we’d driven separately so Darcy was oblivious to my tumultuous thoughts.

As soon as we entered the apartment, Darcy dropped her keys on the table and attacked me, wrapping her body around me and kissing me hard. I did my best to return her passion, but I was finding it difficult to stay in the moment with her. Visions of Mallory kissing my brother kept entering my head and memories of that fleeting feeling of jealousy I’d had that it was him and not me kept returning to my mind.

Darcy walked me backwards to her room, never breaking the kiss. Her hands were under my shirt, roaming my torso so I tried to follow her lead, untucking her shirt from the waistband of her skirt and brushing my hands over her soft skin. She moaned into my mouth and kissed me even more aggressively. Then one of her hands went to the button of my jeans, undoing the fly and slipping inside to grasp my cock.

As soon as her hand found my flaccid member, she pulled away from me.

“What the fuck, Colt?” she snapped at me. “Usually all I have to do is breathe in your direction and you’re hard for me. Do I not turn you on anymore?”

“Of course you do, Darc. I’m just not used to performing on command.” I told her. “But I want to! Let’s keep going.”

I went back to kissing her, turning her around so her back was to the bed. I crashed down on top of her, trapping her slim body under mine.

“Mmm! Yes!” she moaned, squeezing my ass and grinding into me.”

I moaned back but it was more out of habit than any real pleasure. Her body under me just felt wrong. Having pinned Mallory under me multiple times in training, my body remembered the feel of her lush curves pressed against me and it was that feeling I craved.

When Darcy continued to grind against me but my cock refused to get hard for her, providing the friction she was searching for, she pushed me away. For the second time tonight, her eyes filled with tears and I hated myself for the pain I was causing her.

“Come on, sweetheart. Give me another chance.” I begged, but she just shook her head at me.

“Just go, Colton.” Her words weren’t angry, just sad. “I need to be alone. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Okay. Tomorrow.” I agreed, kissing her on the forehead before I left.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cursed to myself, as soon as I walked out her front door.

“She’s not ours.” Kai grumbled in my head.

“Neither is Mallory! Not yet anyway!” I snarled back at him. “So why all of a sudden are you picking a side?”

“She could be ours. But even if she’s not, I want her.” He announced. “I’ve always wanted her, but she was too young so I thought we could date Darcy for a while. I didn’t know you were going to promise her she’d be our Luna, dumbass!” 3

He was pissing me off so I blocked him out as I threw my car in reverse then took off with one destination in mind. It was one thing to mess with my head but it was something else entirely to mess with my cock. I was going to set things straight between Mallory and I so I could get her out of my head once and for all.

I pulled into her driveway, and made it to her door in record speed. I could hear people moving around inside so I pounded loudly, making sure she couldn’t ignore my presence.

“Mal, can you get the door?” Her mother yelled to her.

“Sure, mom!” She hollered back and I heard her feet pattering towards the door. Perfect.

The door flew open and Mallory stood there in a tight tank top with no bra, her nipples protruding against the material, and a pair of cotton shorts with holes in them. She had no make- up on and her midnight brown locks cascaded over her shoulders, reaching her waist. She looked sexy as fuck and a low growl tore through me at the sight of her.

“Colt, what-” She started to say something but I didn’t let her finish.

Instead, I grasped her by the hips and slammed her body into mine, crashing my lips into hers in a soul-shattering kiss.