Mated to the Alpha Triplets

Chapter 7: Kryptonite

Ottilie POV

I woke just as the sun came up, it took a few seconds for me to realise that not only was I in Noah's bed but I was lying half on him, one leg thrown over his and brushing up against something extremely hard. I blushed as I looked down to see what I assumed was one of his t-shirts and that he must have gotten me changed last night after I'd passed out. Despite the dramatics of the previous day, I felt unbelievably well rested, it was like his touch calmed me, making me feel at peace.

That's because he's our mate, purred Ariana, slinking forward again, morning sleepyhead.

We're not mates, I replied angrily, I hate him.

Ok babe, said Ariana grinning at me, but you can't tell me someone that wasn't your mate would get us this fired up, goddess I can't wait to meet his wolf!

We'll be long gone before then, I said grimly. She whimpered and I felt a stab of pain in my chest.

What do you mean? You can't reject them, the goddess gifted them to us herself!

Then the goddess made a mistake, I replied defiantly, the second I'm better I'm out of here, I can't hang around and be tortured any more, I deserve a chance at happiness and I need to find my parents.

I felt Ariana whimper again, a second stab of pain hitting my chest, making me cry out. She retreated to the back of my mind before I could say anything and a wave of guilt crashed over me. I didn't want to hurt Ariana, I barely knew her and already we seemed to be at odds. I let out a big sigh before trying to extract myself from Noah's arms.

"Morning," I started and looked up at his silver sleepy eyes watching me struggle in amusement.

I yelped and pushed him back. To mine and his surprise, the force of my push shoved him right out of bed. "Ooof," I heard and despite myself I peeked over the side of the bed to see him lying on the floor rubbing his head.

He stared at me almost in wonder and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. He was so handsome with chiselled cheekbones and beautiful almond-shaped silver eyes. The only imperfection was a tiny scar cut into his eyebrow that he'd received in training a few years ago after he'd tried to take on his father. I'd watched from the filthy window in my attic room as they'd carried him off the training field towards the hospital, his mother sobbing but held back by his furious father. Even though I hated him I'd wanted to run to him there and then but knew what the punishment would be if I put a foot inside the pack hospital. I'd always had a soft spot for Noah. Jamie was the most sensible, quietly passionate and authoritative and Harry was the joker, he didn't take life too seriously and did exactly what he wanted, whenever he wanted. Noah on the other hand was kind, sensitive and empathetic. I shook my head again, I barely knew him now and from what I'd seen over the years, he was probably just as big of an ass as the rest of them.

"When did you get so strong?" He grumbled, hauling himself up and leaning over me as I scrambled to pull the covers up over my bare legs. I inhaled sharply as I breathed in his delicious scent of pinecones and eucalyptus. His chest was huge, easily three times the size of mine. Filthy thoughts entered my mind as I stared at the line of hair above the waistband of his shorts, the V shape of his hips making wetness pool between my legs. I clamped my legs shut, desperate that he wouldn't smell it. I knew I couldn't trust myself around him, for some reason my wolf seemed to take over my body and I was more than happy to bend to his will.

His eyes swirled from silver to black as he caught the scent of my arousal and he let out a low growl and moved further onto the bed, his leg sliding in between mine. I hated how much my body responded to him but it was like I had no control.

Just go with it, said Ariana softly in my mind, you never know you might actually enjoy yourself, she purred.

I wish I could say I tried to fight it but feeling him in between my legs caused something inside my brain to malfunction and my hips moved slightly, pushing against him. I lifted my hand to trace his chest lightly, dropping it every so often to follow the trail of hair on his lower abdomen. He leant towards me and I closed my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me.

"NOAH, GET THE F**K UP!' An enormous bang made us leap apart from each other, both of us taking a second to calm ourselves.

Noah looked at me apologetically, "Sorry Angel, looks like we'll have to take a rain check."

I rolled my eyes at him as he pulled a jumper on and headed towards the door. "Feel free to use the bathroom and then if you want, I'll take you to school." He smiled at me hesitantly then left the room. Instantly the room felt colder as if somehow his absence affected me.

Saved by the bell, Ariana said grinning at me, what a shame, I was looking forward to that.

I was grateful for some time on my own to be honest. I still hadn't come to terms with what the moon goddess had told me. She had to have made a mistake, why on earth would the omega daughter of a traitor have the ability to stop a war? It just seemed totally far-fetched. Also, why was my wolf white? White wolves had been extinct for a long time, existing only in history books and dark tales told to children by their parents. It had been a long time since anyone had told me a fairytale, but from memory, white wolves descended from royalty and were a hybrid of a wolf and another magical creature, I couldn't remember which. Hundreds of years ago there had been a war, initiated by an evil white wolf called Calabrian who wanted to rule all the magical creatures and make humans our slaves. Despite his best efforts, he'd failed and had been sentenced to death by the Elder Council, the body that ruled all magical beings and kept an eye on our behaviour, making sure humans stayed ignorant of our existence. I leant back against the soft pillows and tried to gather my thoughts. Maybe I wasn't actually white, I hadn't actually shifted yet so I could quite easily be a normal wolf.

No such luck, murmured Ariana, sorry but you're in for a big shock.

Great, I replied irritably, just what I need, another reason for the pack to think I'm a freak.

Gee thanks, said Ariana. Crap, I'd put my food it in again, she slinked off to the darkest corner of my mind.

I stepped out of bed and through the door that Noah had indicated was his bathroom. It was huge, about three times the size of any bathroom I'd ever seen before. The walls were covered in expensive looking stone tiles, with gold fixtures and fittings. In the corner was an enormous walk-in shower with a bench for sitting. I could live in that shower I thought, stripping off and stepping into it. The water was piping hot and soon steam filled the room. I signed contentedly as I washed my long dark hair and body, gasping as my hands grazed my hard n*****s. This morning had left me unsatisfied and even though I knew I couldn't go there with any of the boys, it didn't mean I didn't want to. My breathing quickened as I rolled a n****e between my fingers, moving over to the stone bench and lying down. I let my other hand wonder slowly down my body until it reached the hard nub between my legs, my hips bucking slightly as I used my middle finger to stroke it gently, letting out a low moan as my core filled with heat and I increased the pressure with every second that passed.

Jamie POV

Noah had mindlinked us last night to let us know that Ottilie was staying in his room, don't worry, he'd said, unlike Harry I can keep it in my pants. We'd managed to avoid my parents, but they were furious with us and had summoned us to their office for a meeting before school. Noah wasn't answering mine and Harry's mind-links so I'd gone to bang on his door to wake him.

He appeared looking flustered, trying to hide the front of his shorts with his hands.

"Nothing happened." he said shortly catching me looking at him sceptically, "you interrupted us before it could."

I raised my eyebrows at him, "what happened to 'I can keep it in my pants'?" I asked pointedly as we strolled down the corridor towards the lift.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "I don't know what to tell you Jamie, I can't control myself around her. It's like she's my, my, what's that thing superman needs again?"

"Kryptonite," I said, smiling despite myself.

"Yeah that's it," he fell silent as we walked down the stairs towards my father's office. I hated going there, it was dark and soulless and brought back memories of being punished as a child.

"Jamie?" I turned on the bottom step as he asked me a question. "Do you think she might be our mate? It might explain why I want to be around her so much and why I fell this urge to protect her."

"Possibly," I replied softly, "I feel the same way to be honest, but we need to wait until the full moon, also she has her wolf now so if we were she would feel it too and she hasn't said anything." He nodded and we continued, arriving at my father’s office sooner than I would have liked, I knocked and waited for him to allow us in.

"Come in," boomed his voice and we entered. Harry was already there, standing in front of him, examining his nails and looking bored. My mother stood elegantly next to her mate, an unusual look of fury on her face. Wolves age a lot slower than humans and although she was in her 40s she still didn't look a day over 25. Dad was about 15 years older than Mum, his hair had started to grey slightly.

Noah shut the door behind him and we stood in silence waiting.

"Do you want to explain to me WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON," my father shouted suddenly, banging his fist on his desk, spittle flying from his mouth.

The three of us stood there as he ranted and raved, words like 'traitorous b***h' and 'pathetic wolfless Omega c**t' flying over our heads. There was no point interrupting him when he was in the middle of one of his tirades, far better to let him get it all out. Finally he stopped and flopped down in his leather armchair breathing heavily. He wasn't as young as he used to be and several old war injuries had weakened him, not that he would ever admit this.

I cleared my throat and stepped forward, rage filling me. Noah had filled us in on the state of Ottilie's room and I wanted to have it out with both of them.

"Did you know how she was living," I asked softly, looking at them dead on. "Did you see the state of that room, her clothes, her body? The doctor said she was extremely malnourished, covered head to toe in injuries and utterly exhausted."

My mother looked at me impatiently, "So what Jamie? You know what her parents did, she's lucky that we didn't throw her to the rogues when they abandoned her in the first place."

At her words all three of us let out a growl, making her step back slightly, the expression on her face growing wary.

"She was a CHILD," I growled at her, "How could you hold her responsible for her parents' actions, she needed to be loved and cared for, not given to the pack as a punching bag."

My father rose from his seat furiously, "You forget your place BOY," he said snarling at me, "Like your mother said, we gave her a roof over her head, she should be grateful to us."

I laughed softly, "I knew you were an a******e Dad but I didn't realise you were evil to boot," he opened his mouth but before he could interrupt I continued. "Let me make one thing very clear, Ottilie is no longer the pack slave, she is under our protection and will be staying with us for the foreseeable. She will be welcome at pack dinners and afforded the same benefits all other pack members have."

"Over my dead body," my mother started furiously.

"That could be arranged," said Harry silkily looking up at them both.

"How dare you threaten your mother," said my father furiously as Mum gasped, "I could throw you in the dungeons for treason."

Harry laughed slowly, and stood up to his full height, towering over him, "I'd like to see you try. Oh and she’s not wolfless anymore," he added. I frowned, I would have rather of kept that quiet for now until Ottilie was ready to shift.

Dad stepped back shocked and looked at all three of us, even he knew he couldn't take us all on in one go.

"This conversation is over," said Noah, walking over to the door and opening it. "In a week we'll take over as Alpha's anyway - maybe it's time you started backing off and letting us make our own decisions," My mother's eyes filled with tears as her baby boy, her favourite, openly defied her. The three of us walked out of my father's office, slamming the door behind us.

We stood outside it for a second, taking a breath before looking at each other triumphantly. Even Harry looked proud of himself and he should do. It was the first time any of us had really taken a stand against our father and walked away still intact. Noah still carried the scar from the last time he'd tried to fight him.

"I'll go and tell Ottilie we're ready for school, we'll get breakfast on the way." I offered before either of them could say anything. Out of the three of us I'd spent little to no time with her and the urge to be around her was growing stronger by the minute.

I ran back up the stairs arriving at Noah's room in record time. I tapped on the door and when there was no answer let myself in. I panicked as I looked around the empty room, before realising that the door to the bathroom was open. I could hear soft moans coming from inside the room and although I knew I was walking into dangerous territory, the second I smelt the sweet scent of her arousal it was too late.

I padded softly into the bathroom and inhaled sharply. She was lying naked on the bench in the shower, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted as one hand circled her n****e, the other buried between her legs. Her hips bucked as she cried out, grinding her bottom against the stone seat. Unable to stop myself, I came towards her, pulling off my clothes, leaving them in a trail on the floor behind me.

She opened her eyes as she heard me enter the shower, starting slightly but she didn't move, her eyes raking over my naked body and coming to rest on my hard c**k.

"Keep going," I said softly, "don't let me interrupt."

Her eyes flashed from green to purple at me, but she didn't argue and kept going, pressing down harder and harder, her moans becoming deeper. I took my length in my hands and stroked it as I watched her, keeping eye contact with her. I moved closer to her and knelt down at her side, running my fingers lightly down the side of her stomach, smiling as it contracted against my touch.

I ran my hand round the underside of her breast, enjoying how she gasped.

"Is this ok?" I whispered and she nodded.

"Please," she said grabbing my hand and pushing it on to her breast, "Jamie, please." The second she said my name it was like I totally lost all control. Bending my head to right n****e, took it into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it and nipping it lightly with my teeth. She groaned and grabbed my free hand, pushing it down her body.

I took the hint and moved it down towards her c**t. I breathed in sharply as I parted her damp curls, and slid my fingers in between her slick folds, finding the sensitive nub that had been giving her so much pleasure. She moaned loudly as my fingers played with her before they dipped inside her.

"I want you to come all over my fingers Tills," I breathed into her ear. "Harry said you can squirt, how about you show me?" And before she could say anything I scooted down her body and buried my face between her legs. My tongue instantly sought out her clit, my fingers sliding in and out at the same time. Her legs tightened around my head, trapping me between her legs. Not that I minded, her scent was driving me insane and she tasted like nectar. She was screaming now, her body shaking, her hands had gone to her breasts and were pinching her n*****s hard. Interesting, I thought wickedly, making a mental note to remember.

All of a sudden the lights in the bathroom started flickering and she went rigid and erupted, juices gushing all over my fingers and face, mumbling incoherently. It was the sexiest thing I think I'd ever seen and I came undone, c*m spurting from my erect c**k. I hadn't even touched myself. I picked her up and sat down with her on my lap, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead as she came to.

She looked at me confused before jumping up and nearly slipping over. I caught her before she fell and she looked up at me angrily, eyes flashing.

"I need to finish showering, can you leave?" She said pushing me slightly and moving back from me. There was that distance again. Something inside me whined and I felt a slight pain in my chest.

"Sure," I said, not wanting to push it. "We'll wait for you downstairs? We can get breakfast on the way." I didn't think she would want to face the rest of the pack today, particularly not our parents.

"Fine," she muttered, turning away from me and grabbing a washcloth. I watched for a second as she started to wash herself, nearly loosing control again before I forced myself to leave.

I knew exactly what Noah meant about her being his Kryptonite, it turned out she was mine too.