Chapter 165 - Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets
Ember's POV
After Lucas had explained his whole part of the story, I felt terrible for him, knowing I had misunderstood the entire situation and lashed out at him when he was truly innocent.
Lucas and I made up and made out. He explained how he and Tristen were on bad terms. He told me how he had beaten up Tristen that day and how he met him crying. Tristen had tried his best to fix his relationship with Lucas, but Lucas could never forgive him for being the reason he lost me. I understood where this was coming from and felt even worse for ruining the relationship between the two brothers.
Lucas held me and told me it wasn't my fault; I had misunderstood the whole situation.
He told me how his mother tried to bring them back together but to no avail. Tristen had tried his best to make up for his wrongdoings, but Lucas would still not pay any attention to him.
I hugged and comforted him. I was back with him, and I felt happier. This was what I wanted all along; this was all I needed. I was only out for revenge because I was hurt. After Lucas left to prepare Lunch for us, I called Zealina and decided to speak with her.
Zealina blew up on the phone, screaming her head off about how I had suddenly disappeared at the game and how worried she was when she couldn't find me. I immediately apologized; I had forgotten about the game and about the fact that I went there with Zealina and the girls.
I decided to come clean about everything. I told her how I had met Lucas and how he dragged me to the bathroom and explained everything. I confessed about my plans of revenge and apologized for hiding this from her and making her worried.
Zealina was quiet for some minutes, taking in all I had just said before accepting my apology.
She confessed about how she had heard from Ernest and some other boys who were on the same football team as Tristen about how he hated Priscilla and was living in regrets.
According to the boys, he hated himself so much for hurting me and his brother and would do anything to fix our broken relationship. This made me feel a little bit better. Zealina begged and persuaded me to stop the revenge I was planning. Tristen was already ashamed and hated himself; his relationship with his brother was also in the mud, which was more than enough.
I took a deep breath and thought about it all. She was correct; after my time with Lucas, I didn't feel like taking revenge on him anymore. I decided to find it in myself to forgive both Lucas and Tristen since they felt remorseful.
As for Priscilla, I wouldn't forgive her, nor would I carry on my revenge on her. I would try to let it go and ignore her for the rest of my life.
Lucas came and kissed my forehead, carrying me downstairs to eat the lunch he had. During our Lunch, I tried to talk to Lucas about forgiving his brother. He frowned and looked away, but I held his hand and looked at him. I reminded him of how much Tristen was suffering at the moment and how he felt ashamed and remorseful of his actions.
Lucas grumbled and said he would think about it. I smiled; that was more than enough. A few minutes later, someone walked in on us, and we were shocked to see it was Tristen. He looked surprised to see us as well and tried to run away, but I decided it was time to make peace and invited him to join us.
Tristen shocked me by taking the first step and apologizing to Lucas and me. I was happy, and I could tell Lucas was glad to have his brother back. And right there and then, I called Zealina, informing her of my decision to stay in the pack house with Lucas. She was a bit sad, but she was happy that I was finally happy and wished me all the best.
And after the touching reunion, he dropped the big news about Priscilla's pregnancy. It was something that shocked us as it came out of the blue. We didn't know how to react, but we decided to support him either way.
We also congratulated him on the match he won, and he was happy about his scholarship to the football academy.
However, the next day broke Tristen completely; Priscilla had left the back and possibly gotten rid of the baby. No amount of words could cheer up Tristen and make him feel better. I felt so bad for him.
He was ready to reject the scholarship and risk his future for Priscilla and his child, but she ran away. We tried to console him throughout the week, but Tristen kept to himself, trying to heal.
He packed his things and got all his traveling documents ready. He was going to leave in a few days for the football academy. It broke both my heart and Lucas's heart to see him this way, but we hoped he would get better once he got to the academy and started doing his favorite thing again.
The day came faster than we thought, and soon, we were all driving to the airport to drop Tristen off.
"I hope you get better, bro; I'll miss you," Lucas said, pulling him into a hug, and Tristen smiled for the first time in a while and hugged him back.
"I'll miss you too," he mumbled. He hugged his mom, who was teary and gave his dad a manly hug. And then he surprised me by walking towards me, who was standing beside Lucas, to hug me.
I was confused at first, but I smiled and hugged him back. "I'm going to miss you too, Ember" He said as he pulled back, and I smiled, trying not to cry.
"You go have fun!"
Tristen's POV
After Priscilla's disappearance, I was a ghost of myself. I felt betrayed and heartbroken by her actions and tried to avoid any and everyone. I stayed in my room, staring at the ceilings for hours, and would go a long time without eating.
And then I decided sulking and starving myself wouldn't change the situation. I was going to focus on my career and future. I got up the next day and walked to Dad's office. He looked at me and could see the determination on my face.
"When do I get to leave?" I asked, and he smiled. "In a few days, son, go pack up. I'll call Caleb right away," He said, and I nodded, satisfied, and left his office.
I spent the rest of the week packing up to leave the packhouse. I drove by Priscilla's apartment every day to check if there were any signs of her there. But there was none; it was just exactly as we had left it, everything intact with no sign of life.
The disappoinment was evident and I decided to push her out of my mind and forget her. I was driven to the airport in a few days and hugged my family goodbye.
As I walked towards the plane, I turned back to see them all standing there and waving at me. I smiled, grateful for having such supportive people.