Her Triplet Alphas by Joanna J novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Dinnertime Third Person

Felix tore into the cage ripping the bars apart. Fans screamed and some scattered, running out of the club. Others cheered wildly thinking it was part of the show or perhaps just loving any form of drama. Dante paled a little and ducked out through where he had entered. His escape was blocked by Calix and Alex. He turned around only to be knocked out by Felix.

Chasity’s POV

Ever since Dante had come clean about his involvement in all this, I had been shaking in my boots so to speak I was terrified. Dante wanted my form, my body. Literally, just that. I knew girls complained about guys only wanting them for their body, but this was different. He literally wanted nothing else but my shell. He wanted my mind and personality siphoned out somehow and put where? In a jar? He had said I wouldn’t be me anymore. What did that mean? I had been going through the options in my mind. Brainwashing? Cloning? Maybe there would duplicate and take the clone and train her to have his mate’s personality. Did he have his mate’s soul somewhere? Was she a ghost? Would they use dark magic and let her possess me? I got chills.

My wolf snarled at me to stop it. I tugged at the silver collar on my neck. It burnt my fingertips. I sucked on the burnt fingertips. Ouch. If I could only shift, I could definitely overpower at least Maurice. I could definitely outrun Maurice even in human form. I would need to shift to outrun Dante. Then, he would shift and I wouldn’t get far. Ugh! I looked for another photograph to smash and realised I had already destroyed all of them. Glass was everywhere. I was in the corner of the bed. I hadn’t let any glass get on the bed. I was no fool. I deserved some rest at least even though I could barely sleep. I was too terrified someone was gonna wake me up to hurt me or the baby in the middle of the night. Or they would carry me to yet another location during a drug-induced sleep. I sighed. My door opened and I recoiled automatically.

It was Deidre.

She looked nonchalantly at the wrecked room, the smashed photographs and glass strewn all over the floor

“Feeling better?” She asked serenely, plastering a smile on her face. Her fake niceness towards me reminded me of the Luna. I couldn’t tell if she meant if I was feeling better since my fainting or if I was feeling better emotionally now that I’d smashed the room up like I was the hulk or something? I was not feeling better. What was the point of lying in this weird situation? Did any of them even care how I felt?

I shook my head no but didn’t complain any further. I just hugged my knees to my chest. I was tired. I had really exhausted myself with my own antics

“Perhaps, joining me for dinner would help?” Asked Deidre as if it had only just occurred to her. I was pretty sure almost every event of this kidnapping had been preplanned. I knew her invitation was not truly optional. It was only framed like a question for the sake of feigning

politeness.

“I am allowed to say no?” I asked, fixing her with a blank stare. She drew a sharp intake of breath as if hiding a short temper.

“I think it would be helpful…and enlightening…if we talked,” she said, her blindingly white smile widening.

I stared at her. “Girls, help Chasity get ready for dinner,” instructed Deidre.

April and June came in. I stood up suddenly and looked at them threateningly. They hesitated. I could tell by their reactions that they were really mostly models and not warriors or skilled fighters or hardened criminals. I hopped down off the bed.

“Stay away.” I warned them. They recoiled a little. “Further!” I instructed.

They moved back a little one. Something occurred to me. Were any of these people original members of the triplets’ wolf pack? If so, they could possibly be compelled to listen to me as I was the fated Luna though I had not officially claimed my post yet. Deidre was one step ahead of me.

“No one here is a member of your pack, Chasity. April and June are just cowards,” said Deidre dropping some of the sickly sweet behaviour.

I sneered at her. “So what happened to May?”I genuinely wanted to know because it seemed as though there really had been a May.

“She was too brave,” said Deidre softly, turning sharply causing her hair to swish behind her.

I followed her to a dining room where the other models from earlier were all seated. They looked up and chorused, “Good evening, Sister Chasity.” Ugh