Chapter 174 - Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets

Priscilla's pov

Tristen was shocked and angry when I told him she had lost the baby. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You lost the baby?" he repeated, his voice strained.

I nodded, looking down at the ground. I had to lie; I needed to protect my child. I couldn't let Tristen find out about Trevor's existence, I didn't care what I had to do, or what I had to say, I wasn't going to let him take Trevor away from me.

"You're telling me you lost my child?" he growled, his voice rising in anger. "How could you be so irresponsible, Priscilla? Didn't you care about our baby at all? You promised me that you would keep him! How could you go back on your words."

"I tried-"

"No, you didn't! You're just selfish and all you think is about yourself. I.. I got my hopes high after seeing you again, but you! You"

My eyes flashed angrily, and I snapped at him. "It's not your business, Tristen," I said firmly. "And even if it was, you have no right to lecture me. You should just stay away from me."

Tristen's face twisted in rage, and his grip tightened again, and I tried to put up a brave face. "You're telling me to stay away?" he repeated, his voice full of anger. "After what you've done? You're not even sorry, are you? You're not even sorry for losing my child."

"He's my child too, and I'm also not happy losing him!"

"I doubt that," he argued back.

"Tristen I"

"You're not even sorry, are you?" he sneered, his voice full of anger and hurt. "You're not even sorry for losing my child. You're just standing there like you don't even care."

I pushed him away, annoyed by his words, and glared at him. "I don't care about what you think of me or what you have to say to me; just stay away from me, Tristen."

Just then, my eyes flickered, and I looked at Tristen with a strange expression. My wolf was growling, and I felt a weird feeling deep in my chest. My hand flew to my chest

I felt a strange sensation wash over me. My wolf, which had been quiet for so long, began to stir inside me. I tried to ignore it, but it was hard to shake off the feeling. My body begged to shift, and I could feel my wolf rising to the surface.

I looked at Tristen, and my wolf growled softly, "Mate." I was taken aback - I hadn't expected this to happen! I thought I was done with the pack and everything with it, but it seemed my wolf had other plans.

There was no way this could be happening. Mate?

I looked at Tristen with wide eyes, it couldn't be possible. No, Tristen? My mate?

And from his expression and the way he stared at me, he didn't seem to understand what was happening. Curses! Was the moon goddess playing pranks?

I tried to push the feeling away, but it was too strong. My wolf was telling me that Tristen was my second chance mate, and I couldn't deny it. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my heart started racing.

"Priscilla?" Tristen called, but I couldn't face him. I needed to get away from here. I picked up my book and pen and ran out of the room without another one. And this time, Tristen didn't come after me or stop me; I was grateful for that. I ran to the elevator, desperate to get far away from him as far as possible.

As I got out of the elevator, I bumped into the manager and I froze. I quickly bowed, and he stared at me with his eyes narrowed while I took shaky breaths.

"Priscilla, you're coming from the VVIP presidential suite is that right?" He said, and my eyes widened. I had been occupied with what was happening and the history between Tristen and me; I forgot my primary purpose there and what I was sent upstairs to do. To take his lunch order, I had forgotten about it. I bit my lower lip. This was a mess; I was going to be fired at this rate.

"Y.. yes sir. I went to the VVIP presidential suite just as you ordered" I nervously replied the manager, trying not to look him in the eye so he wouldn't notice how nervous I was and suspect anything was going on. I needed this job to take care of both myself and Trevor; I couldn't lose this job, mainly because of Tristen.

"Hmm," The manager hummed, stroking his long beard. He stretched out his hands and I stared at him confused.

"Huh?"

"His order? Let me see it. He is a very important guest; I would like to talk to the chef personally; I can't afford to have the chef mess up his first food here at our hotel. Give it to me girl" The manager demanded in a strict voice.

"S.. sir he didn't have any lunch order." That wasn't a lie as Tristen was so surprised and angry at me; he didn't have any lunch order to make. "He was quite tired and had no appetite for food at the moment," I added, trying to make it sound more believable. I would be fired and jobless as soon as Tristen says otherwise or makes any complaints. I couldn't afford to let that happen. I needed to be careful.

"Hmm, that's usual. Did he mention anything about not liking our food or chef?" He questioned staring at me intently. I immediately shook my head.

"None, sir, no complaints at all from the guest about our food or chef" I responded and he shook his head.

"Alright, you can leave now." He waved his hand to dismiss me as he entered the elevator. I let out a sigh of relief as I walked away.

Pheww, that was a close one.

Tristen's POV

I left the pack after my and my brother's coronation as I needed a break from everything. I needed a vacation and I heard about a very famous hotel in a nearby pack; I decided to travel and stay there for two weeks, to relax and clear my head. However, my vacation took a wild turn when the doorbell of my suite was rung and I walked to open the door and saw someone I never thought I would see again.

Priscilla!

She was standing there in a uniform, holding a paper and pen, her hair tied behind her in a low ponytail. She looked taller and thicker, more beautiful and mature than the Priscilla I knew in the past. And when she looked up to see me, the shock in her eyes and expression was evident. I could tell, just like me, she wasn't expecting to see me.

I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into my room before she ran away and threw questions at her. I wanted to know why she left five years ago without a word. However, I got no answer from her and was left disappointed.

The breaking point was when she told me she lost our child. I couldn't take it; I watched her pick up her things and scurry away as I sat on the sofa, staring at the wall.

She looked so nervous when she spoke. Could she be lying?