Mated to the Alpha Triplets

Chapter 2: Harry & Noah

Harry POV

I couldn't sleep, I was turning 18 in a couple of weeks and I could feel my wolf beneath the surface. I felt restless but not quite ready to shift which is why I'd decided to go for a run at stupid o'clock in the morning. I certainly hadn't expected to bump into Ottilie, nor had I expected to feel such a deep pull towards her. Despite her thinness I could see she had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her dark curls pulled back into a ponytail remained as luscious as ever, her green almond eyes complimenting her pink lips and pale heart shaped face. Something deep within me growled, shocking me and I raced to bury it.

I'd stayed out of her way since the day her parents had betrayed The Silver Fang Pack. We'd been coming home from another one of our adventures when Ottilie suddenly stopped, her breathing becoming more rapid and her eyes changing to that bright purple we'd noticed before. It had never been like this before and she'd never collapsed on us either. We carried her into the packhouse, walking into a total uproar. As our parents approached us with grim expressions on their faces, we knew something terrible had happened.

"Take her to the dungeons." instructed my mother to the warrior on her left, "and make sure to use silver handcuffs. We can't risk her escaping as well."

My brothers and I tried to argue that she should be sent to the pack doctor but we were helpless against our parents and the strength of a full-grown warrior. Our parents took us up to our floor and explained. Ottilie's parents had been caught plotting to overthrow our family and had somehow been tipped off that their plot had been uncovered. In the ensuing fight, they'd managed to escape across the pack borders and although we'd sent our best warriors after them, there had been absolutely no trace. This and the way in which they'd been tipped off convinced my parents and the other ranked wolves that they'd been working with a witch, something that was strictly forbidden amongst our kind.

After a thorough investigation, my parents realised that Ottilie had no knowledge of her parents’ crimes, but mud sticks in packs and she was instantly demoted to an omega, moved to the attic and forced to work in the packhouse to pay back her parents 'debts'. I knew she wasn't a traitor but I couldn't say anything. Speaking up would have made things so much worse, my parents would probably have banished her if they had the slightest suspicion about how I really felt about her and even if I couldn't speak to her, I needed to know where she was. After she didn't shift on her 18th birthday a few weeks ago my need to protect her grew even stronger. The second I'd called her wolfless I'd regretted it, seeing the flash of pain in her eyes nearly made me crumble but I knew I couldn't show my hand, not yet.

Looking at her lying naked on the floor, it took everything I had not to gather her up into my arms and take her back to my room, parting her slender legs and burying myself deep within her slick tight c**t before making her unravel beneath me.

I shook my head and tried to pretend these thoughts had nothing to do with my deepest desires, turning from her angrily and all but running back to my room. We would be turning 18 soon and would take over from our Father. Then we could help Ottilie and defend her from the rest of the pack.

Ottilie POV

I wiped the sweat from my brow and lifted another tray of glasses in one hand and a stack of plates in the other before making my way back to the kitchen. I was exhausted but nearly all the pack members had eaten now and from what I could see there was some food left, making me hopeful that I would have a bit more to eat today than the crusts from a random plate.

All of a sudden I tripped over something that hadn't been there before, the floor coming rushing up to meet my face. I felt my nose crack and as I blinked, I could taste the blood in my mouth. Not only that but I'd smashed all the glasses and judging by the pain in my right arm, had cut myself pretty badly.

"Whoops," sneered a soft voice, "you should really watch where you're going." I looked up at the mocking face of my tormentor, Tanya, the Beta's daughter. She smiled nastily and linked arms with her sidekicks, Rebecca and Ellie or as I call them, the Gruesome Twosome. "You know," she added softly as she watched me as I attempted to pull myself together, "I didn't think you could look any uglier, but you've managed to surpass my expectations."

They walked off laughing together and I desperately tried to control the feelings of rage that were taking over me. Attacking the Beta's daughter would land me in more than just hot water. Plus, it was rumoured that she was the fated mate of the triplets, I had to get a grip. I shut my eyes and breathed out slowly trying desperately to push my anger aside. As I opened my eyes every single light bulb in the room suddenly exploded, the sound of breaking glass echoing throughout the now empty dining hall.

What the hell was that? I looked around but I was the only person there. Great, just another thing for me to get the blame for. I was in so much pain, not having a wolf meant I healed much more slowly than others, and there was a huge gash on my arm that wouldn't stop bleeding, but I needed to get the mess cleared up first before anyone saw it.

After what seemed like an age, I retreated to a dark corner of the kitchen with some tweezers and a sewing kit. I wasn't allowed to go to the medical centre, that was reserved for non-traitors only. Wincing as I picked out the pieces of glass from my arm, I took a deep breath and began to stitch the wound up. It was excruciating, but after years of being used as a punching bag by the rest of the pack, I was used to pain. At this point it was probably the only thing that made me feel alive.

My appetite had all but disappeared, not that it mattered. I emerged from my hiding place to find the youngest brother, Noah, sat at one of the stools around the kitchen island, shirtless, stuffing what was left of the bacon and eggs into his mouth like he'd not eaten for a month.

I scurried behind him keeping my head down, trying to ignore the delicious waft of pinecones and eucalyptus coming from his direction.

"Wait," he said lazily, barely looking up from his plate. "Where do you think you're going?"

"'Sorry Alpha Noah," I gulped, "I thought I'd leave you in peace." I pulled my sleeve over my arm, hoping that he wouldn't spot the blood and that I wouldn't have to explain what happened.

He kept eating, flicking through his phone whilst simultaneously hoovering up the food in front of him, "Get me a coffee Ottilie, black, three sugars."

I stepped toward the coffee machine, keeping my head down, I couldn't remember if I'd managed to wash the dried blood off my face yet and the last thing I wanted was to be laughed at for how pathetic I looked. I quickly made the coffee and placed it in front of him. Before I could step back he suddenly grabbed my hand and raised his eyes to look at me.

A look of shock passed over his face as he took in my split lip and broken nose and he all but leapt across the island, pinning me to the worktop.

"What the hell happened?" he growled, his eyes flashing black as he struggled to contain his anger. "Tell me NOW." He all but shouted, the ceiling lights flickering as his strong jaw twitched. He was so close to me I could have licked his lips, I shook my head to banish the distracting thoughts from my mind.

"I tripped," I whispered, my legs shaking and struggling to hold myself up, "It was an accident, nothing more, please let me go."

Noah's eyes searched mine, he knew I was lying. He'd always known when we were kids, but he couldn’t prove it.

"Fine," he muttered, "have it your way," and he turned around.

'Like you give a s**t anyway," I said under my breath forgetting about that damn wolf hearing.

In a second he'd turned around pushing me onto the worktop and pinning me against the wall.

'Want to repeat that?" he said slowly, baring his teeth at me and holding my thin neck in his enormous hand. I gasped as his scent engulfed me and something deep deep within stirred. Wetness pooled between my legs as I tried to push them together desperate that he wouldn't smell my arousal. I hated him. I hated him and his brothers for how they'd treated me over the years, I had to remember that.

His eyes suddenly swirled black as he caught the scent of my arousal. “What the hell are you doing to me little one," he groaned, moving his lips to my neck, peppering it with light kisses before pausing over my marking spot and letting his teeth graze it slightly. I jumped and moaned simultaneously and despite the hate I had for him, pulled him in to me, running my hands down his hard rippling chest.

He removed his hand from my neck and ran it up the inside of my thigh. Grazing the outside of my underwear with his knuckle, he let out a soft groan, "Goddess you’re wet Tills."

The use of my old nickname jolted me out of whatever spell he'd put me under and I pushed him away from me with all my strength. What the hell was I doing? He staggered back into the island and looked at me shocked. Before he could say anything I jumped off the counter and ran out of the room sobbing towards my little attic bedroom. Running around the corridor I smashed into something hard and fell to the ground letting the darkness envelope me as I passed out from a mixture of pain and exhaustion.