The triplets' rejected disabled mate Novels & Stories

Why would keeping me here have anything to do with them? But Zach just laughed instead of answering my question. Then he asked me something that made no sense. “What do you really see in the triplets, Ava? What makes them so special to you?” I told him the truth. “The triplets are my mates, Zach. They’re the people I’m meant to be with.” Zach’s expression changed. “I was your first mate, remember? Before them, you were supposed to be with me.” “You cruelly rejected me, Zach. You made it very clear that you didn’t want me as your mate. And besides, that’s in the past now. You agreed to be my friend, so what is all this about?”

The morning light filtering through the cottage windows felt too bright, too normal, for the storm still raging inside my chest. I knelt in front of him, smoothing down his collar with hands that refused to stop trembling. “I know, baby. But we have to try. Maybe the principal has come to his senses overnight.” Even as I said the words, I didn’t believe them. The memory of yesterday’s hallway encounter with the triplets still burned behind my eyes, their scents, their stares, the way the mate bond had clawed its way back to life like a living thing. I had barely slept, tossing and turning while phantom touches ghosted over my skin.

He cut in, “Trouble, I know. Anything you have to say?” I gulped. “I'm glad you know, but do you know the reason why?” He raised a brow. “Tell me.” “Because they've all found a mate. Adrian, Alex and Arnold, they all share one mate.” “Wow,” he replied. “That's rare, but it's possible for triplets. So tell me who it is. Is it you?” My eyes grew large. I was shocked by his question. “No–” Even though I wished it was. “It's not me, it's someone else, you know.”

And while some didn’t deserve a rejection, some others did, depending on the circumstances relating to the pair… And we’d be categorized right along with the people that deserves being rejected. Most especially, myself. I was the sole cause of the storm that is brewing in our once peaceful and happy lives. After all, I was the one responsible for pulling my brothers into keeping it a secret. It was my selfishness that put us in this mess. Damian and Rune didn’t deserve it; to spend the rest of their lives living on their toes, just waiting for the day we’d probably get rejected. We had a unique kind of bond, as triplets… as brothers. And we share a connection between ourselves that is differ

"The triplets were just born when they came to see Dr. Henna. And they are so happy together now. We are waiting for their twenty-first birthday to confirm them as mates" The woman's eyes lit up again. "Yes, they might not be mates. It was very rash of them to start a family at such an early stage. What if they turn out not to be mates?" I can feel her reassessing her daughter's chances. Cliara's disability will not prevent her from finding a mate, the question is whether he will accept her. And surely her mother knows that an Alpha would not be so quick to reject his mate, as he desperately needs his Luna to help him with the pack.

“He appeared to really be regretful. But I’m not sure how much of the story came from your mother and what she said to your father.” “What do you mean? What about it could be so unbelievable?” “When did anyone force a triad mate to choice only one of the other two in the last century? Who would do something so terrible as that?” “If I remember my history, didn’t they believe the rejected mate would find a second chance, love? That came with the belief that if a triad mating stayed together, it would be selfish, and someone wouldn’t have a chance with their second chance mate. As far as I know, that’s not what usually happened. The rejected mate would do something extremely stupid and very fe

Either way, he hadn’t heard the end of it from me. I wouldn’t dare admit to myself that the strange pull between me and the triplets might mean one or all of them could be my mates. That was a reality I couldn’t accept. Even if they weren’t just playing with me now by saying they wanted me, there was no way they would accept an omega as a mate. They’d made that more than clear over the years. Any or all of us being fated mates would only end in disaster.

“You don’t have to do this, Chris…he’s just a little boy, they are your sons, our sons” “Don’t make excuses for him! Don’t make excuses for them! You know what’s bad enough than having triplets? Having them turn out to be useless Alphas. One boy is a freak, the other can barely hold his ground with a voice like that. I get rid of them and we can go back to how we used to be, Cat. Connor is perfect. Connor is the son I was destined to have. Triplets are cursed didn’t you hear the myths? If the two sons are out of the picture, no one, absolutely no one will look down on us- “

I was happy for her and Adam, I honestly was, but until she or the triplets didn't tell me why they had done what they did all those years ago, our relationship would remain strained. Speaking of the triplets, they hadn't once called me, but they all texted me the same thing the morning after I left, saying, 'Enjoy till you can because soon there will be no escape.' I didn't know what they meant, and I didn't want to know. Well, that's a lie. The message did have my heart beating out of my chest, and my anxiety was at an all-time high, deciphering what they meant by the message. There was no way they could force me back. Well, I like to believe that was the case, but us being mates might com

the triplets echoed, and I looked up to see them standing in front of the door. My mouth dropped open, and my lashes fluttered. “Are you insane or out of your mind?” Ryder yelled, and Hazel stood up, but I grabbed her hand. “Please give us some space, Hazel,” I said, and she squinted her eyes at everyone before leaving the room. The triplets crossed their arms and stared at me before Finn spoke. “Say what you need to say to us, Bella,” he said, and I took a deep breath. “We cannot be mates, so I reject you all.” I said, and they all fell to their knees, groaning in pain.”