Her Triplet Alphas by Joanna J

Chapter 46: Dinnertime Third Person 

Felix tore into the cage ripping the bars apart. Fans screamed and some scattered, running out of the club. Others cheered wildly thinking it was part of the show or perhaps just loving any form of drama. Dante paled a little and ducked out through where he had entered. His escape was blocked by Calix and Alex. He turned around only to be knocked out by Felix.

Chasity’s POV

Ever since Dante had come clean about his involvement in all this, I had been shaking in my boots so to speak I was terrified. Dante wanted my form, my body. Literally, just that. I knew girls complained about guys only wanting them for their body, but this was different. He literally wanted nothing else but my shell. He wanted my mind and personality siphoned out somehow and put where? In a jar? He had said I wouldn’t be me anymore. What did that mean? I had been going through the options in my mind. Brainwashing? Cloning? Maybe there would duplicate and take the clone and train her to have his mate’s personality. Did he have his mate’s soul somewhere? Was she a ghost? Would they use dark magic and let her possess me? I got chills.

My wolf snarled at me to stop it. I tugged at the silver collar on my neck. It burnt my fingertips. I sucked on the burnt fingertips. Ouch. If I could only shift, I could definitely overpower at least Maurice. I could definitely outrun Maurice even in human form. I would need to shift to outrun Dante. Then, he would shift and I wouldn’t get far. Ugh! I looked for another photograph to smash and realised I had already destroyed all of them. Glass was everywhere. I was in the corner of the bed. I hadn’t let any glass get on the bed. I was no fool. I deserved some rest at least even though I could barely sleep. I was too terrified someone was gonna wake me up to hurt me or the baby in the middle of the night. Or they would carry me to yet another location during a drug-induced sleep. I sighed. My door opened and I recoiled automatically.

It was Deidre.

She looked nonchalantly at the wrecked room, the smashed photographs and glass strewn all over the floor

“Feeling better?” She asked serenely, plastering a smile on her face. Her fake niceness towards me reminded me of the Luna. I couldn’t tell if she meant if I was feeling better since my fainting or if I was feeling better emotionally now that I’d smashed the room up like I was the hulk or something? I was not feeling better. What was the point of lying in this weird situation? Did any of them even care how I felt?

I shook my head no but didn’t complain any further. I just hugged my knees to my chest. I was tired. I had really exhausted myself with my own antics

“Perhaps, joining me for dinner would help?” Asked Deidre as if it had only just occurred to her. I was pretty sure almost every event of this kidnapping had been preplanned. I knew her invitation was not truly optional. It was only framed like a question for the sake of feigning

politeness.

say no?” I asked, fixing her with a blank stare. She drew a sharp intake of breath as if hiding

it would be helpful…and enlightening…if we talked,” she said, her blindingly white

Chasity get ready for dinner,” instructed

at them threateningly. They hesitated. I could tell by their reactions that they were really mostly models and not warriors or skilled fighters or hardened

I warned them. They recoiled a little.

possibly be compelled

Chasity. April and June are just cowards,” said Deidre dropping

sneered at her. “So what happened to May?”I genuinely wanted to know because it

brave,” said Deidre softly, turning sharply causing

earlier were all seated. They looked up

Third Person

basement of the pack house. These

Calix. The werewolf groaned. He was coming to. This

at him. Felix stepped in front of them, near to the bars of the cell. He spoke to Dante, “I’m going to give

Chasity’s POV

sat at the head of the table so that we faced each other, many feet apart. All of her drones were at the sides of the table eating kale or whatever green thing was on

be frank with you, I

I rolled my eyes. “How is that any

Deidre, standing up, her palms pressed against