Her Triplet Alphas by Joanna J novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Throwing Tantrums Chasity’s POV

I woke up back in the chic bedroom. I flew off the bed and launched myself at the door. I tugged on the knob with such force it came off in my hands. I roared in anger. Why?! What did Deidre Binx want from me? She claimed to be a friend of my dearly departed mother but she announced her death to me callously and kidnapped me! I started tearing apart the room. I smashed every framed photograph by tearing it off the wall and hurling it across the room or smashing it on the floor. There was glass everywhere.

Dante ran into the room after some initial difficulty with whatever damage I had done to the doorknobs. He was panting, worry evident in his face.

“What the f**k are you doing?” He screamed.

“ME?!” | screeched. “What the f**k are you doing? Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me? Just let me go!!! Please!!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

Dante seemed to be at a loss for words. I tried to rush past him out of the door, but he grabbed me, holding my arms still. I kicked and screamed with all my might.

“Please! Chasity! Stop! You’re not making this any easier on yourself!” Yelled Dante. “Who are you to Deidre?” I shrieked. “How does any of this concern you?” “Deidre is helping me,” snapped Dante. “WITH WHAT?!” I screamed.

“With getting my mate back!” He answered, his tone sounded defeated. He was panting. He released me.

I slumped onto the floor. Maurice was standing in the doorway blocking the exit. “What?” I asked softly. I was totally spent. “…I chose you,” said Dante. “What does that mean?” I whispered, my eyes narrowed. “I chose you because you resemble my mate. I’m sorry,” said Dante, sighing.

“What happened to her?” I asked quickly, genuinely curious. I was leaning against the bed as I sat on the floor.

“She died,” he said softly. “How?” I asked. Dante sat on the floor also. His eyes had a faraway look to them.

“Werewolf hunters,” said Dante. Tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away and took a deep shuddering breath. He shut his eyes tightly causing more tears to fall.

“I’m sorry,” I managed to say as my breathing rate and pulse slowed.

“Her name was Georgia but her nickname was Goldie,” he said. He put his head in his hands.

“She wasn’t very good at controlling herself. She had a short-temper. She shifted once in a human town in the middle of a diner and accidentally killed two people we had gotten in an argument with. One was the waitress and the other was the owner of the place. She wasn’t perfect but I adored her beyond words,” Dante paused. He took a deep breath.

“The town was tiny human town in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t know they had a history of werewolf and vampire hunting,” explained Dante

I stared at him, engrossed in the story.

“We sped away from the scene of the crime basically. These two cars raced after us. Apparently a group of people in the diner had either been hunters or known hunters. I’m not sure,” said Dante, sniffling.

“They rained silver bullets dipped in wolfsbane on our car. One hit my Goldie right in the chest through her back. I was just relieved she didn’t suffer long. I crashed the car. I was too distraught to focus or to want to live. The car went up in flames. I thought I would die too, but I didn’t,” he said, his eyes widening.

I stared at him.

“I woke up in the ICU covered in bandages. As fate would have it we had crashed into a tree near a retreat for some spiritual group. The people hosting it organised the ambulance. They were werewolves. My Goldie, my little Georgia, she was already gone. They worked on me till I got

better. My burns healed. Everything healed but I had no zeal for life anymore. Not without my mate. The leader of the weird group, the Mother or Madame took an interest in me. She helped me get revenge. We went together with some other members in the group and slaughtered every

single one of those werewolf hunters in cold bloodHer mate had died too! And she said I reminded her of him. She said she…changed every fifty years or so,” said Dante.

“What?” I said, narrowing my eyes and furrowing my brow. Changed? “She said she would do for me what I had done for her,” Dante said, his voice shaking. “Which is what?” I asked, confused. “Replace my mate,” said Dante, his eyes shimmering with tears.

It dawned on me. Him trying to erase my marks. Nicknaming me Goldie. He wanted to play house and have me replace Georgia but that was never gonna work. I couldn’t replace her.

“I can’t be your mate, Dante,” I said gently. “I’m just not.” Dante sighed. “There’s more to it,” he said simply. “I won’t cheat on the triplets,” I insisted.

“That’s not a problem. You won’t be you anymore,” explained Dante, still not making sense to me.

What did that mean? Were they going to brainwash me? Erase my memories? What was going to happen to me and my baby? Surely Dante was not that huge of a monster to harm my baby or put my baby at risk.

“Dante, listen, please, I can’t replace anyone. I’m so sorry for what happened…but I need my triplet alphas! We’re bonded for life. I marked all three of them and I bear all three of their marks,” I said as gently as I could, sincerely feeling sorry for him.