Oh no! I have Two mates

That night, lying in my bed, I cursed my luck. Of all the people in the world, why did he have to be my mate? The memory of his furious gaze burned in my mind, the way he’d looked at me with pure hatred. He knew. He must have known the way he fled after our eyes met. 

He didn’t want me. That much was clear.

Good. I didn’t want a mate either.

But then, why did it hurt so much to think like that? Why did my chest feel tight, and my heart ache at the thought of him rejecting me?

‘He’s your mate,’ my wolf’s voice echoed in my head, her tone insistent. ‘Of course, he’ll want us. We’re his mate, after all.’

I flinched, still not used to hearing her. She’d only appeared today, as if triggered by the shock of meeting Ronan. It felt strange, having someone else inside my mind, especially someone so…hopeful. My wolf had no idea what the world was really like, what Alphas like him were really like. She didn’t understand.

“Alphas don’t care about their mates,” I whispered under my breath, feeling the bitterness rise. “They only care about themselves. They’ll never settle for one person, even if that person is their mate.”

I could almost feel my wolf bristle at my words, her presence surging forward. ‘You don’t know that,’ she argued. ‘He’s our mate. He’s supposed to love us.’

“Supposed to,” I muttered. “But I’m sure Ronan already has a lineup of girls falling at his feet. Didn’t you see how they were all gawking at him? He’s clearly a player.”

‘That’s not fair,’ my wolf scolded. ‘You shouldn’t judge him like that.’ 

“Whatever,” I grumbled, turning over in my bed and pulling the blanket over my head. I didn’t want to think about him anymore. I didn’t want to think about any of this. 

But sleep didn’t come easily. His face, the shock in his eyes when he realised what we were, and the way he turned his back on me—it all haunted me. 

I hated it. I hated him. 

But most of all, I hated the way it hurt.

---

The next day, I followed Lisa around the school for a tour. She talked nonstop, pointing out all the different buildings and telling me about the people we passed. It was overwhelming. 

Ironfang was even bigger than I’d thought. Huge stone structures towered over us, the halls wide enough to fit packs of students walking side by side, all of them tall, powerful, and intimidating.

When we reached one hallway, though, Lisa abruptly stopped. Her face shifted from her usual cheeriness to something more cautious. She glanced around before pulling me back a little. 

“We don’t go down there,” she said, her voice low.

I frowned. “Why not?”

She hesitated, looking nervous for the first time since I’d met her. “That’s…the triplets’ hallway.”

I blinked. “The triplets? You mean Ronan and his brothers?”

Lisa nodded. “Yeah. Alaric, Theron, and Ronan. No one’s allowed to go down there. It’s their territory.”

I stared at her, confused. “Their territory? What are they, some kind of mafia?”

She let out a nervous laugh. “Honestly? Kind of. The school belongs to their father, you know? The triplets…they’re dangerous. Violent. They’ve seriously injured students before, and their father gave them their own space. Their own hallway, their own teachers. They don’t mix with the rest of us unless they want to.”

My stomach twisted. One of those delinquents was my mate.

“They sound charming,” I muttered sarcastically.b

She shrugged. “Well, Ronan’s not so bad. He only fights when someone provokes him.”

I snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious,” she insisted, but then her face darkened slightly. “It’s Theron you really have to watch out for. He’s a bully. He picks on people just for the fun of it. Always causing trouble, always looking for a new ‘adventure.’ He’s the worst.”

Great. Not only was I mated to an Alpha, but his brother was a sadistic bully. Could this get any worse?

“What about Alaric?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. 

Lisa’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Alaric is…terrifying. He doesn’t come out much. There’s a rumour that he hates his father and is constantly fighting with him. He doesn’t care about anything—never shows up to classes, barely leaves his part of the hallway. People say if you ever see him, it’s a miracle and a curse at the same time. He’s…different. Cold. Ruthless.”

A chill ran down my spine.

“After he finishes his studies, he’s set to take over their pack,” Lisa continued, her voice barely above a murmur. “The Bloodfang Pack.”

I nearly choked. Bloodfang Pack—the strongest pack in the country. The pack that ruled over the others with an iron fist. No wonder people were afraid of him.

“So, Alaric’s in charge of everything here?” I asked.

Lisa nodded. “He’s the leader. Ronan and Theron follow his lead. No one crosses him. He’s…untouchable.”

I felt my stomach twist again. The idea of being anywhere near that family made my skin crawl. But the fact that one of them—Ronan—was my mate? It felt like a cruel joke.

I tried to push the thought away as we continued walking, but it clung to me, heavy and unavoidable. What was I supposed to do now? How could I be mated to someone like him? Someone who clearly didn’t want me, someone who came from a family like that?

But I couldn’t shake the memory of the way he’d looked at me. The hatred in his eyes.

The longer I thought about it, the more my head throbbed, and my wolf stirred uneasily inside me.

I was in over my head.

And now, I wasn’t sure if I could ever get out.

The next day, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to my first class. After all, being the new girl in a school full of Alphas wasn’t exactly a dream come true. Lisa and I walked together, and I could already feel the stares following us, whispers trailing behind like shadows. 

When we got to the classroom, the teacher asked me to introduce myself. I took a deep breath and stood in front of the class. "I'm Elowen and I'm from the Silvermoon Pack."

Immediately, some students started snickering, and one guy called out, "Silvermoon? Never heard of it. Is that where they send all the rejects?" Laughter filled the room.

I glared at him. "Better to be from a pack no one’s heard of than to be someone no one remembers." My voice cut through the laughter, and I saw a few surprised faces. 

Someone in the back hooted, and a few students laughed along, but the guy who’d made the comment just narrowed his eyes at me.

Then, an Alpha girl sitting a few rows down, her face caked in thick makeup, shot me a nasty look. “You’re new here, and already you’re being rude?” she sneered. “Learn some respect.”

Before I could reply, the teacher cut in. “That’s enough. Everyone quiets down. Elowen, take your seat.”

I made my way over to the empty seat next to Lisa, who gave me a thumbs-up as I sat down. “That was awesome,” she whispered. “But you know that girl you just fought with? Her name’s Alisa, and she’s an ally of the triplets. No one talks to her like that.”

I rolled my eyes. "Great. Bullies everywhere."

Lisa nodded solemnly. "She’ll complain to the triplets, you know."

"Let her," I muttered. "I’m not scared of her."

---

Lunchtime came, and I was still running on edge. Lisa and I grabbed our food trays and made our way to an empty table.

Just as I was about to sit down, I felt a sharp shove, and the chair I was about to sit on was pulled out from under me. I lost my balance and fell hard onto the floor. Laughter erupted around me, echoing in the cafeteria.

I stood up slowly, dusting myself off, my eyes narrowing as I saw who was standing there, arms crossed and an evil smirk plastered on her face. Alisa.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Lisa demanded, stepping up beside me. “Why are you bullying Elowen?”

Alisa sneered at her, eyes gleaming. "Shut up. No one cares what a smelly girl like you has to say. Go back to your little corner of irrelevance."

Lisa’s face fell, and the room filled with more snickers and taunts. My blood boiled. I sighed, looking around at all the students laughing. Bullies. Why did every school I went to have them?

Alisa turned her attention back to me, her smile widening. “You had a lot to say earlier in class. Where’s all that fire now, huh?”

I leveled my gaze at her, feeling the anger simmer beneath my skin. "I didn’t think it was worth wasting my breath on someone who hides behind makeup and empty threats."

The laughter around us died instantly. Alisa’s face twisted with rage, her eyes narrowing to slits. She gritted her teeth. "So the little mouse wants to play, huh?"

Before I could react, Alisa raised her hand, ready to slap me, but suddenly her wrist was caught midair. The room went deathly quiet, whispers spreading like wildfire.

"Oh my god," someone gasped. "It’s Theron!"

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Alisa slowly turned, her expression shifting from fury to shock as her eyes landed on him.

And then I saw him. Theron, the second of the infamous triplets, stood there, his grip firm on Alisa’s wrist. He was tall, even taller than Ronan, with piercing green eyes and a cocky smirk played on his lips.

"Alisa," he said, his voice deep but cold, "don’t you have better things to do than pick on weaklings?"

Alisa immediately tried to pull her hand away, her face turning pale. "Theron, I—"

But I wasn’t focused on her anymore. As soon as my eyes locked with his, everything inside me stopped. My wolf stirred, her voice loud and clear in my head.

Mate!

I cursed under my breath. No. No! Not another one.

I could feel the same electric pull I had felt with Ronan, only this time, it was even more intense. My wolf was practically screaming, Another mate! Yes! 

"He's so hot," another whispered, leaning in to her friend. "Look at those eyes. He's like...dangerous but in a sexy way."

"I can't believe he’s even here. He barely shows up to lunch."

"Who cares?" a girl sighed dreamily. "I could watch him all day. Did you see those arms? And that jawline..."

"God, I'd let him push me around anytime," another girl giggled, not even trying to hide the lust in her voice.

"They say he’s the worst of the triplets. Like, don’t even try messing with him. He'll ruin your life."

"But he's so worth the risk," the girl next to her whispered. "I mean, look at him.”

Theron’s eyes shifted toward me, and I could see the recognition flicker in his gaze. He clenched his jaw, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw confusion in his expression before he masked it with indifference.

First Ronan, now him. What kind of twisted fate was this?

I didn’t want one mate, let alone two. But as much as I tried to push the thought away, the bond was undeniable.

‘So, Renon was right. You are really our mate.’ 

I flinched so hard when I heard his voice in my head I thought I was going to faint.