Chapter 176 - Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets

Priscilla's POV

I left Tristen's room with my heart beating loudly. After returning to my station, I was told by my only friend at work, Stacy, that the hotel was hosting a little festival that evening.

"Come on, it'll be fun, Priscilla!" She said, holding me, but I shook my head. I had to head home after work. I needed to pick up Trevor after all, but Stacy wasn't having it.

"You've been working yourself to death. Come on, you need a little break, Priscilla. I'll buy you your favorite drink." She winked at me, and I let out a sigh.

"Stacy, I have to go home," I tried to explain, but she was too stubborn and wouldn't hear me out.

"Just stay for one hour, just one hour after closing hours, please." She pouted, and I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, I'll see what I can do," I said reluctantly, and she jumped on me, squeezing me in a hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Priscilla! I promise it's going to be so much fun!" She exclaimed, and I chuckled.

"You'd better get back to work and not let the manager catch you snooping around," I said, and she nodded and ran away.

I took out my phone and dialed my neighbor's number. She was a sweet single mother who had twins around Trevor's age, and her kids were good friends with Trevor. They also went to the same school as him.

I begged her to help me pick up Trevor alongside her kids and watch him for a few hours. She asked what was wrong, and I told her that I would be a bit delayed as we had a special guest. She thankfully understood me and agreed to watch and babysit him for a few hours.

Now that I knew Trevor would be safe and taken care of, I could stay for a little while after closing hours. Stacy's and My shift was over before we knew it, and she ran to my station, dragging me out and to the festival.

The festival was something, it was colorful and looked fun with many exciting activities; I didn't know which to watch. We decided to head to the bar, and as promised, Stacy bought me my favorite drink. We stood around talking about random things till Stacy mentioned our special guest.

"I heard he's so hot, I haven't seen him in person. I would probably pass out when I see him," She said, and I rolled my eyes, not interested in talking about Tristen.

"He's not all that hot," I argued, even though I knew I was lying. Tristen had grown manlier and sexier, but I didn't want to admit it.

"How do you know? Wait," Stacy gasped. "You went to his suite to get his lunch order. What did he look like? What did he smell like? His voice? His smell? Oh my, Priscilla, you're lucky you got to meet him. Did you try your luck?"

"My luck?" I raised my brows as she threw those questions at me.

"Did you flirt with him? I heard he's single." She winked and I nodded, turning red.

"O.. of course not." I shook my head, and she teased me. We both left the topic and soon started discussing about how annoying and mean the manager was.

I took a sip of my drink and raised my head to look at the festival when I saw someone that made me freeze.

Tristen was there, standing behind Stacy and staring at me unblinkingly, and my smile fell. Stacy turned back when she saw him; she turned red and almost screamed out of excitement.

"A.. alpha Tristen," She called shakily as he stood before us, her face bright red. "Omg, it really is you."

Tristen ignored Stacy and turned to me, who, unlike Stacy, wasn't happy one bit to see him.

"Hello, Priscilla, it seems like we are meeting again." he gave me a wicked smile, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What do you want, Tristen?" I threw at him, annoyed. What was he doing here? Was he stalking me now?

"Can't a man approach a pretty lady?" He threw smoothly, making me raise my brow. Was Tristen calling me a pretty woman?

"O.. oh my," Stacy breathed out, and Tristen then turned to her.

"Get lost," he said so rudely. Both Stacy and I flinched.

"She's not going anywhere; she's my friend," I said, annoyed that he talked to Stacy like that.

"I.. better excuse you two," Stacy mumbled lowly, the excitement in her voice gone. I felt terrible; she had such a good image of Tristen painted in her head, and his first words to her were to get lost.

"Stacy, you don't have to leave," I said, and she gave me a little smile.

"He's our guest; we can't afford to get on his bad side. Remember the manager's words," She said in a warning tone. "I'll be by the barbeque stand; it smells delicious. I'll save some for you". She said and hurriedly left, leaving both Tristen and me alone.

I turned to Tristen with a frown. "You didn't have to be so rude."

Tristen shrugged casually. "I don't know her. She's no one important; I don't have, so be polite"

"You don't know me either, and I'm not in any way important to you. I'll take my leave as well." I gave a little bow and was about to leave, but he held my arm, and I turned to him with a questioning expression.

"I do know you, you're Priscilla, and we have a lot to talk about," he said to me, and I forced myself out of his grip. He didn't hold me as tightly as he did earlier.

"No, we have nothing to talk about, and I do not know or want to talk to you about anything at all," I said and was about to leave, but he said something that made me stop.

"Please," he said softly, sounding desperate. "Please, Priscilla. I won't ask questions that will make you uncomfortable. We're two adults; let's act like one and have a proper, friendly conversation. Shall we? I'll buy you a drink," He said in a way I couldn't refuse.

What's the harm in having a little drink and conversation with Tristen?

"Alright"

I left with him, and we got a drink and a seat in a private and more quiet side of the festival.

"So, how have you been, Priscilla?" he said like we were old friends catching up. I smiled and let out a deep breath.

"A bit stressed out, but I'm doing quite fine; how have you been, Tristen? How's everyone back at the pack? How's the last five years been?" I said, genuinely interested in knowing what he had been up to.

"Well, the last five years have been quite interesting. Everyone back at the pack? Well, we all graduated from high school and college. Ember and Lucas got married."

"They did?" I blurted out, surprised, and he smiled softly and nodded. He looked so handsome and charming at that moment.

"Yes, they did."

"Wow, that's so nice. I'm happy for them," I said. I really was; they loved and deserved each other.

Tristen told me how he and Caleb were now on the national football team, and I was so happy he got to chase his dreams. We surprisingly had a pleasant and flowing conversation, making me wonder if I was doing the right thing by hiding Trevor from Tristen.

He looked like a different and better person, and I bit my lower lip, feeling guilty.