Chapter 164 - Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets

Tristen's POV

Lucas dialed Dad's number, and we watched it ring for a few seconds before he picked it up.

"Lucas?" His voice sounded out so loudly as if it was on speaker, and all three of us could hear him clearly.

"Dad," Lucas cleared his throat to speak more confidently as he didn't know how to break the news to Dad. "We need your help, Tristen and I."

"What happened? Where are you boys? Are you okay?" Dad threw questions at us, sounding worried.

"We are Dad, but someone's missing, and we need your help finding her," Lucas explained.

"Someone?" Dad sounded confused. "Who is this person, and why and how is the person missing?"

"It's Priscilla," Lucas sighed out. "Dad, we have to tell you something.."

And Lucas went ahead to explain the whole situation to Dad about how Priscilla and I had found out she was pregnant for me yesterday. How she talked about wanting to get rid of the baby out of guilt and how I begged her not to.

As he spoke, I felt my heart in my throat, not knowing what to do or say. Dad remained silent for what felt like an eternity before asking in a low voice.

"Tristen, can you hear me?"

I swallowed hard and answered, "Yes, u can."

"is this true? You've gotten a girl pregnant?" he asked, his voice stern and disapproving.

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Yes, Dad. I'm sorry. I know I made a mistake."

He sighed heavily. "A mistake? Tristen, you're barely an adult yourself! How could you be so irresponsible? You know better than to engage in reckless behavior, especially while barely out of high school! What were you thinking!"

I felt both guilty and ashamed. "I know, Dad. I wasn't thinking. It was a one-time mistake, and it won't happen again."

"Does your mother know about this?" He asked again.

"No Dad, no one knows. We only found out yesterday, and the people who know about it are Ember, Lucas, Priscilla, me, and you now," I replied immediately, not wanting to make him angrier as I needed all the help I could get.

"I can't believe this," Dad mumbled, disappointment evident in his voice, and I felt even worse. Lucas gave me an encouraging look as if to silently say everything would be alright.

I pursed my lips and let Dad continue talking. He scolded me further. "And not only that, but you've also kept this from me for so long! You're going to be a father, Tristen! You should have told me as soon as you found out! What if something had happened to her or the baby?"

I felt a lump form in my throat. "I was scared, Dad. I didn't know how to tell you. I knew you'd be disappointed in me."

He sighed again. "Disappointed? Tristen, I'm beyond disappointed. I'm worried about you, Priscilla, and our pack's future. You need to take responsibility for your actions”

"I know, Dad. I'll do better. I promise." I mumbled.

"This child is our future heir, and he will be my first grandchild and possibly the future Alpha. How could you be so careless!"

He paused for a moment before continuing. "Well, we'll deal with this later. Right now, we need to focus on finding Priscilla and making sure she's safe. Keep searching, and I'll send some pack members and the warriors to help you. We'll find her, Tristen. And when we do, we'll make sure she's protected and cared for."

I felt a bit relieved and better at his words. Maybe calling Dad was the best. I didn't mind being scolded as long as we would find Priscilla.

We waited anxiously for the warrior's dad to arrive, thinking about all the bad things that could have happened to her.

Dad called back a few minutes to ask where we were, and we quickly gave him Priscilla's House address. He told us to remain calm, and as long as she was still in the pack, we would find her with the help of his warriors.

Soon, the warriors arrived. They were quite much in number, and I felt happy. The leader walked up to us and asked for a picture of Priscilla. We immediately gave one out, and he started asking questions. We told them everything we knew about Priscilla's disappearance. He listened carefully, asking a few more questions before bowing to Lucas and me. He excused himself and returned to his men to share the information, and soon, they set out to search for her.

Lucas, Ember, and I decided to stay in her apartment, hoping that Priscilla would come back. But as the hours passed, we started to lose hope. We walked back and forth in the house, trying to stay positive, but it was hard.

As the sun began to set, the warriors came back. Their faces were serious, and I could tell they had terrible news.

"There's no sign of Priscilla," The leader said. And I felt my heart dropped. "I don't think she was kidnapped, judging from everything we had discovered."

"W.. why can't you find her?" I blurted out.

"Some people from our pack who live near the border claimed they saw her last night." He said, and my eyes widened.

"The border?" I asked to be sure I had heard right.

"Yes, according to them. It looked like she was running away with some bags in her hand in the middle of the night, but they thought she was just passing through, so they didn't think much of it."

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Priscilla was gone, and we had no idea where she was or if she was even safe.

"Do you mean she is no longer in the pack?" Lucas asked the question on my mind, and I stared at the Warrior, hoping he would say something different, something positive. But no, he nodded, confirming it.

"She ran away; she has left this pack," He said and bowed to excuse himself before leaving with his men.

I looked at Lucas and Ember, and I could see the worry and concern on their faces. Lucas walked up to me and held me. "Come on, Tristen, let's go home."

I felt my eyes water as I stared at my feet. How could Priscilla do this to me? Lucas pulled me towards his car and drove us home.

Mom came flying towards me as soon as I stepped into the manor, holding and hugging me while Dad stood behind her, his arms folded with a disapproving frown on his face.

"Son, you should focus on your football career and forget about Priscilla," he spoke a bit coldly, and Mom turned and glared at him.

"Can't you see how hurt he is? Save this for later!" She growled, but Dad ignored it.

"Yesterday, you won a life-changing match; this is the opportunity you've been looking for all your life. It's your dream and the one thing you've always wanted. I won't let you give up and throw it all away for some woman who ran away without considering your feelings." Dad said, his words harsh but his tone soft.

"Tristen, listen to me. Based on your last conversation with her, it seems like she might have gone back on her words and gotten rid of the baby. You can't keep holding onto hope when there's no evidence she even wants to be found," he explained, his voice softening but still firm.

Those words crushed me, and I got up from where I was seated. "Okay, Dad," was all I said before leaving and going up to my room.

I slammed the door shut and collapsed on my bed, exhausted. I was tired and done with all of these.