The Lycan King's Secret Triplets

Chapter 1

Nicole's POV

I have never been one to believe in fairy tales.

But everything changed when I met Robert, he made me believe again, or at least I hoped for a fairy tale ending.

But as I walked towards the bedroom I and Robert shared, the sound of the squeaking bed frame and the muffled moans reverberating through the hallway, flushed away every hope I had for a fairy tale ending. I should have known better than to hope.

Somehow I still held onto a little bit of hope, hope that Robert would never hurt me in this way; hope that it could be one of his meddling friends that was screwing some w***e in their bedroom.

But the strand of hope she was clinging desperately unto dissipated when the door fell open and she found Robert ramming himself into a woman, their legs intertwined under the sheets.

“How could you?” the words left my lips even before I had the chance to stop them.

Robert scampered away from the woman, whom immediately reached for the sheets to cover up her naked, sweaty body.

A hysterical laughter escaped my lips as I locked eyes with the woman who had the audacity to be f*****g my boyfriend on my favorite sheets. The cliché nature of the entire scenario was hilarious.

“Nicole I can explain,” Alisha, my supposed best friend, whimpered.

I scoffed. It really is the people you know that hurt you the most. “Just save your energy. Your explanation does not mean s**t to me.”

“Nicole just lis…”

I glared at Robert and he immediately swallowed the rest of his statement. “What do you want to explain? Hmm? That the only two people in the whole world I trusted, have been stabbing me in the back the entire time.”

“Oh stop with the theatrics,” Rob said, brushing me off like he always did whenever I complained about something. “Look, Alisha is my mate, okay? So basically we are doing nothing wrong,” in said in a casual tone.

“Are you kidding me? You think there is nothing wrong with the fact that you are screwing me and my friend? You are a piece of s**t!” I spat.

Robert jumped to his feet and before I could do anything to stop him, his fist slammed into my face and I staggered backwards.

“Now you listen to me carefully,” he roared towering over me with his bulky frame, “the next time you speak to me in that manner, I will make sure you lose all your teeth!”

“You hit me?” I ask in disbelief as I clutched my cheek. I could feel the metallic taste of blood fill my mouth.

“And make no mistakes, I will do it again if you spit anymore nonsense,” he barked. Alisha scrambled out of bed, at the same time clutching unto the sheets, as she pulled Robert away from me. Her face was flushed, with beads of sweat on her forehead.

“Nicole I promise you, we were going to tell you. I was just waiting for the right time,” she said. She could barely look me in the eyes, which was understandable, even I would not be able to withstand the look of disgust in my eyes.

“I found out Robert was my mate after my eighteenth birthday and I…”

“And two years later you are still looking for the right time to tell me?” I clicked my tongue, “And Robert continued sneaking around to f**k you like a common whore.”

Another slap landed squarely on my cheek and it was not Robert this time. “How dare you!” I snarled.

“Robert is the beta of this pack and I am his mate. I am your superior and you will accord me the respect I am owed!” Alisha barked.

“You have finally shown your true color,” I managed a smile.

“Get out!” she barked pointing at the door.

I picked up a duffel bag and began to pack up the few things I left at Roberts’s apartment. Thank God I did not move in fully like he wanted me to, if not I would have been needing more than a duffel bag.

I guess deep down I knew that Robert was not for me, we had merely just settled for each other since we did not have much of a choice. Being with Robert was easy and that was why I went with him even though I knew he was not my mate.

After stuffing the last of my things into the bag, I slung the bag over my shoulder and glanced at Alisha. Robert's arm was wrapped securely around her, the way he used to hold me whenever I got overwhelmed.

I looked away so that they would not notice the tears threatening to spew from my eyes. “I hope you die a very painful death,” I retorted as I slammed the door shut behind me.

I waited until I marched out of the building before allowing the tears to flow freely down my face. Life has once again defeated me. I quickly wiped the tears with the back of my palm and started to walk away when from the corner of my eyes I spotted Alisha’s red truck.

I could feel my wolf tingle as I picked up a bat and marched towards the red truck. Oh sweet sweet revenge.

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Several weeks had gone by and somehow my life still sucked. I wiped my forehead with the back of my palm, as I concluded with cleaning the last bathroom. I was beyond exhausted. Juggling two jobs could do that to you. During the day, I work as a cleaner at the hotel and at night I work as a waitress at Joey’s diner. My shift at Joey’s diner would begin in less than three hours, which gives me just one hour to rest.

My rent was past due, so I only go home when it is completely dark to avoid running into my landlord. Once I get my paycheck tonight. I will use it to clear my rent and I will try to get through the rest of the month with the little I make at the diner.

I packed up my cleaning gear and headed towards the door, that was when I overheard the familiar voice of my boss, Madam Patricia. She was a miserable, middle aged woman, who made the rest of her staff miserable, including myself.

“You cannot cancel now! He has already paid for your services tonight!” she squeaked.

“Where am I supposed to find another call girl in such a short period of time?”

“Just forget, I will figure something out.”

From the silence that followed, I figured the call had ended. I gently pushed the door open and stealthily pushed the cart, Madam Patricia did not bother to even look at me, her eyes were glued to her phone as she typed frantically while muttering curses under her breath.

I took my cleaning cart to the janitor’s closet and then returned to Patricia’s room to pick up my paycheck. She was still on her phone when I went in.

I cleared my throat. “Excuse me ma’am,”

“What do you want?” she asked harshly without sparing a glance at me.

“I want to pick up my paycheck,” I replied.

She glanced up at me, with irritation written all over her face. “What paycheck?”

I scrunch my face in confusion. “My paycheck for the month.”

“Weren’t you the one that came to me earlier this month with some sob story about your teeth and how you wanted your salary in advance for medical bills?” she asked in annoyance. “I do not have time for this,” she returned to her bed with her eyes glued to her screen.

Shit! I had completely forgotten about that. The blow Robert had landed on my cheek had messed with my teeth, I had to pay for medical attention. What am I supposed to do now?

I started to turn away when something occurred to me. “Madam Patricia, can I get a loan? I need to pay my rent and….”

“Are you being serious? Do I look like Santa or a loan shark to you?”

“Please I need the money or my landlord would evict me,” I pleaded.

“If you want money then you would have to work for it,” she said, crossing her legs.

“I would do anything,” I said desperately.

“I have a client that needs a good girl for a good time tonight. If you want the money…”

“I am sorry for bothering you. Goodnight ma,” I said and quickly left the room. I might be desperate but not to the extent of sleeping with a stranger just for money.

I was about to leave the hotel room when I got a call. “Hello is this Nicole,” the strange male voice said.

“This is her.”

“This is the manager at Safe Haven home, you are two months late on your p*****t. If you do not make the deposit of two thousand by tomorrow, we would have to send your mother back to you.” He disconnected the call.

Shit! I had completely forgotten about that. Robert had been the one paying for my mother to remain in a home to receive all the care she needed. He must have stopped paying after the incident that occurred. That bastard!

I don’t even have my rent, where am I supposed to get two thousand from? There was only one thing I could do now.

Madam Patricia opened the door on the second ring. “What do you want?” she asked harshly.

I swallowed. “I will do it.”