Saving My Triplet Alphas

Nine

Frankie:

"Frankie, this is Agnar and Mist. They will be the two training you. Mist is the castor here in Valhalla. She's the only one of her kind here, just like you."

I looked at the woman Hildr had pointed to. I took in her tall stature, muscular body, long blonde hair, and war paint. She looked like a force to be reckoned with, yet she offered me a soft and kind smile.

"Hello, Frankie. "She spoke sweetly, and her tone reminded me of wildflowers in spring. The grip of her handshake reminded me of her strength.

"Hi!" I croaked like an i***t.

"heill ok sæll," Agnar bowed, making me blush. No one had ever bowed to me before, and I hated how strange kindness felt to me.

"You are making her uncomfortable," Mist nudged Agnar with a flirty smile.

"No!" I shook my hands like a maniac, trying to hide how their kindness made me feel.

"I apologize, holy one." he bowed again, making my stomach churn.

"Holy? No, I'm just…" they both chuckled.

"You guys are just messing with me, aren't you?" I laughed, suddenly feeling less ignorant.

"A little." Agnar laughed, making me push the fallen hair behind my ear.

"So, how does this training thing work?" I was far too eager to change the subject.

"I will handle your physical training, and Mist will be over your caster stuff." Agnar's chest was puffed up, proud to be the trainer of whatever they think I am.

"Great. I'm ready." I shrugged, digging my feet into the dirt, ready to spar this big dude. He made two of Tyner easily and looked like he could snap me like a twig.

They laughed like I had told the world's funniest joke. But I figured they would. My training had been unconventional at best, but I had no fear in me anymore. Even if Viking from hell Agnar flattened me like a pancake, I was determined to get the first hit in.

I felt a tingling in my back, and the wings felt like they were begging to be free. A fun thought struck me. While they both had their heads leaned back, laughing at me, I decided I would try it, knowing the worst thing that could happen would be for me to make a fool of myself, and I already felt like one of those.

I let the wings unfold and used them to gather a massive gust of wind to knock them both down.

"Oh my god! It actually worked!" I jumped up and down excitedly, missing how pissed they both looked until Agnar rose to his feet with a devilish smirk and charged me.

"Let's do this then, small fry!" He roared.

I watched him charge, using what Tyner had managed to teach me to dodge him just before he flattened me. My heart leaped into my throat. The fear of fighting this creature should have choked me out by now, but it hadn't. Instead, it was the adrenaline for more that I felt.

I charged him this time, landing a kick that he caught. He flipped me to my back, and I scrambled, grunting as he grabbed my foot again and yanked me toward him. This time, panic bubbled in my throat. I rolled over, chucked his eyes full of the sand he was dragging me across, and let my wings pick me up and pull me into the sky.

In a nose dive fueled by the need to prove myself, I slammed into the burly bear with a thud that took both of our breaths and left us lying in the same sand I had just thrown in his face, panting, fighting for the air that I needed so desperately.

"What the hell was that, elska?" He asked, laughing as he finally found the air I was still fighting for.

"Dominance, my friend." I rumbled, ready to die of embarrassment that he had so quickly forgotten my name.

"I think you almost broke both of your necks," Mist came running over to where we had landed with a smile as wide as the sky.

She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet. Her smile was not one of mockery but of excitement.

"Come on, let Aggie boy lick his wounds. It's my turn to see what you can do!" She pulled me behind her in a fit of joy that spread throughout me like wildfire. I found myself running with the same excitement, bubbling over with the same need to see what I could do.

I couldn't help but still have the curiosity of my wolf, though. Maybe Mist could help me find her. I knew what she was to me. She was my other half, a part of me that had been taken the moment I was killed in Pinnala, but I wanted her back.

Rowan:

I was pacing the stone floors. It hadn't been five minutes, but I had torn my cuticles waiting for her to return.

"You know time is different there." Oxnera rumbled, irritated by my pacing.

"You should have told me what was happening instead of pinning me like that," I growled, shoving my finger in her face.

"I'll pin you again if you don't get control of your emotions, Rowan." Her threat fell on careless ears. I was too poisoned with worry and need for my children, and now, for Frankie, I felt like I was on the brink of insanity.

"Both of you should know she flew already. She is in training with the Valhalla castor and our head warrior." Hildr stepped into the stone room with a look that screamed she could care less about whatever she had just walked in on, but she knew that she didn't want to be a part of whatever it was.

"Is she okay?" I asked, forgetting Oxnera and her threat for the moment.

"She is wonderful. She is in the place she should have always been, to begin with, and the girl is clearly a natural." I twisted my face, hating myself for what I was about to ask, but knowing that for my own sanity, I had no other choice but to ask.

"When will she be ready to jump?" I asked Hildr, but she had turned her attention to Oxnera, offering me a nod as she faded away.

"Why did you dismiss her? I had questions!" I yelled at the two-faced stone, being the one who had gotten on my nerves for the last time today.

"You can't rush this, you want her to be well trained and ready in a short time, you need to let them do their part to help her discover her capabilities.

"Every second that passes, my sons could be dying!" I yelled out, finally screaming my fears into the open as I dropped to the ground, knowing I needed Oxnera too much to push her until she turned to stone just to get away from me.

"Rowan, go home, be with your mates. I will pull you here when it is time for her to return. Until then, go get some rest and be with your mates. They have the same fears and worries you are trying to carry on your own. Go lean on each other until Frankie is ready to save the boys.

I couldn't...

How could I leave her when I swore I would be right here?

"No, I'm staying." I wiped my face and stood to my feet.

I didn't have it in me to trust anyone right now. I just couldn't. Since Nettie took the boys, I can't find the good side of anything or anyone but my mates. I felt sorry for Frankie, sure. But I think that is because seeing her in the shape she was in reminded me of when I lived and breathed as a human under Jacob's thumb. Looking at her was like looking at myself all over again. It was hard, but right now, trusting anyone with the only person who could bring them back was harder and not something I could begin to do.