Chapter five

CONFUSED BUT NOT CONVINCED.

Isabella pov

I stood there like a statue, alpha Asher of my past life is a triplet in the present. The moon goddess is good at crafting a confused future for me.

“What's the issue mate, you look surprised?” One of the brothers asked, his voice laced with concern as he stared at me.

I chuckled weakly, caressing my hair, a sudden hotness enveloped my body. I'm fine, let's just go in.

I forced a smile, trying to brush off the shock that had frozen me in place. The brothers exchanged a look, their eyes crinkling at the corners as they studied me with concern. One of them, the one who had spoken earlier, took a step forward, his voice laced with warmth.

"Hey, seriously, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," he said, his eyes scanning my face.

I laughed again, the sound coming out a bit stronger this time. "I'm fine, really. Just a little...surprised," I said, my voice trailing off as I gestured vaguely towards them.

The brothers nodded, but their eyes lingered on me, clearly unconvinced. The one who had spoken earlier, who I assumed was one of the triplets that was alpha Asher in my past life, smiled softly and nodded towards the door.

"Let's get you inside, then. You can tell us what's going on over breakfast," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

My instincts screamed at me to refuse, to turn around and leave before things got any weirder. But something about the way he said it, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, made me hesitate. I felt a pang of wariness, but I nodded slowly, my legs feeling like lead as I followed them towards the door.

As we stepped inside, the warmth of the house enveloped me, and the aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, making my stomach growl in response. I hadn't eaten breakfast, and the smell was suddenly making me ravenous. But I shook my head, trying to clear it. I wasn't going to stay here and eat breakfast with these...these...

My thoughts trailed off as we entered the dining room, and I caught sight of the spread laid out on the table. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit filled the table, and my stomach growled louder in protest. I didn't want to eat with them. I didn't want to be here.

"I'll just...uh...go," I said, trying to edge towards the door.

But Asher, or at least, the one I thought was Asher, stepped forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh no, you don't. You're going to join us for breakfast," he said, his voice firm but teasing.

I shook my head, feeling a surge of panic. "No, really, I'm not hungry," I said, trying to sidestep him.

The other two brothers, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward, their faces mirroring Asher's amusement. "Come on, it's not every day we get to have breakfast with a mysterious woman who looks like she's seen a ghost," one of them said, his eyes glinting with humor.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as they closed in around me, their eyes sparkling with warmth and curiosity. Asher's hand closed around my elbow, guiding me towards the table.

"Join us, Isabella," he said, his voice low and smooth.

I hesitated, feeling like a trapped animal. But something about the way they looked at me, the way they smiled, made me feel like I was being pulled into a vortex. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I was in trouble.

"Fine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The brothers grinned, their faces lighting up with triumph. Asher pulled out a chair for me, and I sank into it, feeling like I was trapped in a dream. The brothers took their seats, their eyes never leaving mine as they began to serve the food.

"So, Isabella," one of the brothers said, his voice low and smooth. "Tell us, what's going on? You look like you're running from something."

I shook my head, feeling a surge of wariness. "I'm not running from anything," I said, trying to sound casual.

But the brothers just laughed, their eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," Asher said, his voice low and husky.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as they began to eat, their eyes never leaving mine. I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble.

As the brothers continued to eat, the atmosphere remained light and casual, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Every time one of them caught my eye, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. I tried to focus on my breathing, but it was no use.

Just as I was starting to relax, Asher's hand brushed against mine as he reached for the butter. The touch was accidental, but the spark that ran through my body was anything but. I felt a sudden jolt of recognition, like a key turning in a lock. My body reacted before my brain could catch up, and I let out a loud cough, my eyes watering as I struggled to catch my breath.

The brothers immediately stopped eating, their faces etched with concern. "Isabella, are you okay?" one of them asked, his voice tight with worry.

I shook my head, still trying to process what had just happened. But as I looked up at Asher, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. The touch had awakened something deep within me, a connection that I thought was long dead. I felt like I was drowning in memories, suffocating under the weight of emotions that I couldn't explain.

Suddenly, my stomach churned, and I felt a bitter taste rise up in my throat. I clamped my hand over my mouth, trying to hold it in, but it was too late. I lurched forward, vomiting onto the floor.

The brothers jumped up, their chairs scraping against the floor as they rushed to my side. "Oh my god, Isabella, what's wrong?" Asher asked, his voice laced with concern as he tried to hold my hair back.

I shook my head, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I couldn't explain what was happening. I didn't understand it myself. All I knew was that the touch had unleashed a torrent of emotions, and I was powerless to stop it.

Asher guided me to a nearby chair, and I collapsed onto it, my body shaking with sobs. The brothers surrounded me, their faces etched with worry and confusion.

"Isabella, talk to us," one of them said, his voice soft and gentle. "What's going on?"

But I couldn't speak. I couldn't explain the connection that seemed to exist between Asher and me. I couldn't tell them about the memories that were flooding back, memories that I thought were long buried.

All I could do was cry, great racking sobs that shook my body and left me gasping for breath. The brothers looked on, helpless and unsure of what to do. Asher knelt beside me, his hand on my shoulder, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body once more.

"Let her cry," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "She'll talk when she's ready."

But as I cried, I knew that I might never be ready to talk. The secrets that I had kept buried for so long might never see the light of day. And as the brothers watched me, I wondered if they would ever look at me the same way again.

As the minutes ticked by, my sobs slowly subsided, replaced by hiccupping gasps for air. The brothers remained silent, giving me space to collect myself. Finally, I looked up at Asher, my eyes red and puffy.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Asher's face softened, and he handed me a napkin. "You don't have to apologize," he said gently. "But you do have to tell us what's going on. Can you do that for us?"

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Asher's kind eyes made me want to trust him. I took a deep breath and nodded, the words tumbling out of me in a rush.

"I don't know what's happening," I said, my voice shaking. "But when you touched me...it felt like...like something awakened inside me."

The brothers exchanged a look, their faces thoughtful. "What do you mean?" one of them asked, his voice soft and curious.

I hesitated, unsure of how to explain. But as I looked into Asher's eyes, I knew that I had to try. "It's like...I've known you before," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "In another life, maybe. I don't know. But when you touched me...it felt like a key turning in a lock. Like something was waking up inside me."

The brothers looked at each other, their faces mirroring their confusion. But Asher's eyes remained locked on mine, a spark of understanding flickering in their depths.

"I think we have a lot to talk about or maybe the food isn't going well in your system," he said softly, his voice filled with a sense of wonder.

Stop talking, you all! Asher commanded agd everywhere became quiet.