The Lycan King's Secret Triplets

Chapter 5

Nicole’s Pov

Never have I ever been in jail before.

But then again, life is filled with firsts; first step, first kiss, first heartbreak, first time hooking up with a handsome stranger, first time behind bars.

Nights in jail were the coldest, with my warm blankets hijacked by stronger inmates. I was barely recovering from the beating Robert had given me two weeks ago. Attempting to stand up to these bloodthirsty women would be suicidal.

I tapped my foot nervously, as I waited in line to make a phone call. It had taken me this long to make a phone call because the prison wardens put a lot of restrictions on inmates.

When it finally got to my turn, I retrieved the card Nathan had given me and dialed his number. The phone rang but he did not answer. I dialed his number again, and after the third ring he answered.

“Hey Nathan, it’s your one-night stand calling,” I giggled at how the words rolled from my tongue. Then it occurred to me that he probably has more than ten one-night stands. “It’s Nicole. So I’m in jail and I need your help getting out.”

The grunt of disapproval at the other end of the line damped my hopes.

“Who are you and how did you get my son’s phone number?” a woman grunted angrily.

His mother?

This has to be the worst introduction to your mate’s mother or anyone’s mother at all.

“I…I am Nicole. Ma,” I stuttered, wondering what the woman would be thinking of me. “Nathan gave me his number.”

I racked my brain for other possible explanations I could give to justify myself. “I am his mate,” I blurted before I had a chance to stop myself. “I mean, your son thinks I am his mate,” I corrected immediately.

Shit. Why didn’t Nathan pick up the phone? Now here I am blabbering to his mother. I should have known better than to start a phone conversation with ‘I am your one-night stand’. I kicked myself mentally.

“My son already has a mate.”

I imagine a condescending look on the unknown woman’s face.

“…and they will be getting married soon,” the woman added.

“Ma, I just need Nathan’s hel….”

“Do not call this number again!” She disconnected the call.

I froze, with the telephone pressed against my ear and trying to understand what just happened. Was Nathan really engaged to another woman? If so, why then did he sleep with me? He even went as far as telling me that I am his mate. Why do I always meet men that are scumbags? First Robert, who cheated on me with my best friend, and now Nathan, who cheated on his mate with me.

“Hey, your time is up!” an angry voice yanked the phone out of my hand.

I walked back to my cell with my spirit broken again and with absolutely no idea about how to get out of jail. Nathan had been my only hope, he was the lycan king and could easily order my release. I had completely ruled out the second option, because I would rather eat dirt than call Robert and beg him to drop the charges against me.

The days went by slowly, and with each new day, my hopes of getting out dimmed. I had completely given up until one afternoon. While in the courtyard for the mandatory exercise for inmates, one of the warders dragged me out.

“Someone is here to see you,” the bald man grunted, dragging me along even before I could react.

“Who is that?” I asked, trudging behind him. But he just grunted, casting me a disdainful look. I followed quietly, wondering who on earth it could be. Could it be Nathan? Maybe his mother had told him about the phone, which was very unlikely. The woman certainly wants her son to have nothing to do with me. Or maybe it could be his mother?

I hope not.

The hope that lit up in my heart was immediately quenched and replaced with anger when I saw Robert sitting in the visitors' room, a broad smile on his face. At first instance, I wanted to turn around and leave, but on second thought I walked up to him and sat at the opposite side of the table.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I grunted under my breath.

He shrugged. “I thought I might come see how you fit into the prison life. But from the look of things,” he paused, closely examining my face, “you are not doing well.”

I knew this was a mistake. I pushed my chair back and stood up.

“You can leave, or you can listen to my proposition,” he said smugly.

How I wish I could slap the smile off his stupid face. I plopped back down. “I am listening.”

“I will withdraw the charges against you. All you need to do is apologize and kiss my feet.”

I bust into a dry laugh, not sure exactly what was making me laugh. I stood at my feet. “I would rather die in jail than to kiss your feet, Robert!”. I whipped around and began walking away.

“Whenever you’re ready, you have my number!” he screamed after me. I raised my middle finger, hoping that he saw that.

I give up.

All I can do is serve out my sentence and hope the world hasn’t changed much when I am released. And hopefully, I will get a chance to see my mother and attend her burial.

I was about to drift off to sleep when I heard the door to my cell rattle open. “You have a visitor,” a cold female voice rapped.

I sat up. “I don’t want to see anyone.”

“I don’t remember asking what you wanted! Out!”

I slipped into my shoes and headed out of my cell towards the visitor’s room. If Robert thinks disturbing my peace with his unwanted presence would make me change my mind, then he has another thing coming.

When I entered, the hall was unusually empty, except for one elderly lady seated at the end of the hall. She was gorgeous, with a snobbish air of superiority emanating from her.

“Nicole?” she asked. The condescending voice was very familiar.

“Yes?”

“You look very much like the prostitute you say you are,” she sneered.

Her words hit me a little too hard. Nathan’s mother, I realized.

I stood, refusing to sit.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“To give you your freedom,” she replied. She did not seem very happy about that.

“What do you want in exchange?”

She smiled and for a split second the condescending look was gone. “You are a smart girl. I want you to leave my son alone. Do not reach out to him. You will leave town and never come back.”

I stared back at her, not knowing what to say.

“In exchange, you get your freedom and enough money to start a new life. All you need to do is sign this document,” she handed me a bound document.

Holy cow! I thought as I read the contents of the document.