Her Triplet Alphas by Joanna J novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Haute Couture

Chapter 42: Haute Couture

Chasity’s POV

“Are you Boss?” I asked the tall, willowy girl with her almost silvery pale skin and midnight black hair.

She smiled and giggled, covering her mouth with her hands.

“No of course not. I‘m not Madamel Madame is out,” she said softly.

“Is this a brothel?” I asked, my stomach in knots. Madame? Was this young girl a former kidnap victim too made to work for Madame,

“No, no,” said the girl. “I‘m June.”

“Hey June,” I said softly.

“Hi, Luna Chasity,” she replied with another faint smile. “This is a modelling agency and a spiritual centre.”

Huh?

“What a strange combination,” I commented.

love her

“Madame handpicks us to model for her agency but she also acts as a spiritual adviser. Some people in Hollywood teachings. She has quite the loyal following because if it,” said June.

“So she kidnapped me so I can model?” I asked incredulously, feeling as though this situation was even weirder than I had ever imagined. “I‘m short,” I added as if that would help make them let me go. I had no interest in being a model, especially not for Madame Boss.

June giggled again. “No, of course not! You won‘t be one of her models but you‘re very special to her. She told me how special you are and that I have to help take care of you.” June explained

I felt so uneasy. June was trying her hardest to be friendly toward me despite my unenthusiastic response. I was so tired of all the vague half answers.

“I want to meet Boss or Madame or Madame Boss,” I said simply.

“As soon as possible,” I added seriously. To my utter surprise, June opened the door wide, holding it open for me.

I cautiously approached, hoping it was not some trap.

“You‘re taking me to see Boss?” I asked June. I was hopeful but wary at the same time.

“Eventually,” said June. “For now, let‘s meet the others.”

Third Person

The new element is another person...a baby...Chasity‘s pregnant,

said Alex to his three brothers over mind–link.

Felix felt as if a band was constricted around his heart and his lungs. He couldn‘t breathe properly and there was so much pain in his

chest. He knew his brothers felt the same way.

I know she‘s ok, murmured Felix. She has to be, she has to be, she has to be, the middle alpha repeated like a mantra, almost as if he

said it enough times, it would surely become or remain true.

We‘re gonna find her, said Calix confidently. And once we do, we‘ll never let her out of our sight again.

Yeah, we‘ll find her and the rest of her pregnancy will be spent safe with us, said Alex reassuringly.

Felix could not help but wonder how scared she might be, for herself but also for the baby. Chasity was soft–hearted at times. What if she felt sick? What is she were nauseated, vomiting, in pain? Who would take care of her? Was she being fed enough for two? Was she warm enough at nights? It was always cold on their pack lands even when the six–month winter ended.

Felix, stop torturing yourself with questions. Let‘s focus on the investigation. The sooner we find Chasity, the sooner we can put this

all behind us and make her kidnappers pay!

Felix gritted his teeth. His elder brother was right. After the five had combed and swept every inch of the castle–like residence, they

realised it was truly devoid of all people. Chasity was no longer here. They hoped she was still close.

“Find out who owns this house and if they were rénting it out to anyone!” Said Alex to Danny.

Danny nodded. “Will do. Also, I‘m arranging for us to meet Dexter Sharpe in the interim while we‘re tracking down Deidre Binx.”

“That‘s the conspiracy theory guy who was friends with Chase, Chasity‘s father?” Asked Calix.

Danny nodded.

The triplets, Danny and Chance didn‘t waste any time. They met with Chase‘s old best friend as soon as he would allow it. Luckily for them, Dexter Sharpe agreed to meet with them the very same day. They met him at his home which was not too far away from the lookout point Domino. Calix smiled sadly as they drove past the lookout point. He touched the mark on his neck. Her smell, her eyes, her hair, her voice. They were all so vivid in his memory and his imagination. He could summon the memories of her so easily. He was terrified of them fading as time passed. It would be like losing her twice. He reminded himself she was not lost forever.

The house was dilapidated. It was a narrow but long one–storey wooden home that had not been painted or perhaps every bit of paint had pealed off. The wood had black spots here and there. Calix peered at it more closely. Black mould! Chance pulled him

back.

“Be careful, son, you could get sick!” Warned Chance, tugging on his shoulder. Calix was an Alpha. He was much tougher than that but he just smiled at the older werwolf, grateful for the concern.

“Thanks, Grandpa,” said Calix sincerely, moving away from the mould.

Chance beamed.

The man stepped out a little from behind the door. He was tall and thin with a gaunt face and large watery blue eyes. His hair was thin and brown. He had very fuzzy eyebrows like two caterpillars that had taken up residence above his eyes. He did move his fingers often, wiggling them, as the triplets‘ mother had described. Alex wondered if he had a nervous system disorder. The man had a strange affect but seemed good–natured enough. Instead of answering Felix directly, he launched into a performance.

“Dexter Sharpe?” Parroted the man. “You are under arrest! You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law! You had the right to an attorney. If you can‘t afford one, one will be appointed to you…”

“Time is of the essence,” said Felix, pleading with the man with his eyes. “Are you Dexter Sharpe?” Felix repeated softly.

“We‘re sorry for any inconvenience if you were busy or anything…” began Calix.

“Your story…the triplet alphas…Chasity‘s disappearance! It‘s all over the news!” Said Dexter, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

“I‘m really sorry,” said Calix softly.