Chapter 180 - Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets

Priscilla's POV

I pushed the food cart up the elevator; my mind focused on the task at hand. I had been working as a room service attendant at the hotel for a few months now, and I was used to delivering food to guests' rooms. But as I approached Tristan's room, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. There was something about him that made me nervous, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Maybe it was because of the passionate night and morning we shared. I felt like I didn't know how to act around him. I licked my lower lip, trying to compose myself. I needed to act professionally and not let my feelings get in the way.

I pressed the doorbell and waited for what felt like an eternity. Finally, the door opened, and Tristan stood before me, his chiseled chest and abs on full display. He was only wearing a towel, and my mouth went dry as I tried to look away.

But my eyes seemed fixed on him, and I couldn't help but blush. I felt like I was staring, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. Tristan's eyes locked onto mine, and he raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.

"Priscilla? It's you," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat, averting my gaze. I didn't want to look at him, or I might get distracted and drool over him.

"You slipped away this morning; how sad," he commented, and my eyes widened. I refused to reply and wanted to bury the topic. I tried to ignore and pretend like he hadn't fucked the out of me last night.

"I see you're here with my food. It's about time." Tristen said again, looking down at the cart, and I blinked, remembering why I was there.

I nodded, trying to compose myself. "Y-yes, Alpha Tristen. Your room service order." My voice was barely above a whisper, and I could feel my face growing hotter by the second.

"Alpha Tristen?" Tristen asked, raising a brow, and I still refused to look at him. "What happened to just Tristen?"

"I am a staff in the hotel, and you are our guest. We have policies and rules; I cannot call a guest by his name and talk to him informally, Alpha" I said with a tight smile and bowed my head.

"You're not allowed to call my Tristen and speak to me informally? You must have broken many of the hotel's rules last night," Tristen said in a teasing tone, and I turned red and glared at him.

"C.. can you not talk about that?!" It came out harsher than I had planned.

Tristan chuckled and raised his hand. "Alright, in my room then," he said and stepped aside, allowing me to enter the room.

I looked at him, wondering if his words had another meaning, but tried to brush it off. I pushed the cart gently into his room, and as soon as I entered his room with the cart, he slammed the door shut and turned to me with a mischievous smile.

"Alright, drop the act now, Priscilla," He said, and I looked away.

"If there's nothing else you need, I'll be taking my leave, Alpha." I bowed and tried to leave, but he pulled me to his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer till his face was right before mine. I blinked, turning red; this man was breathtaking. The water that dripped down from his hair somehow managed to make him look sexier, if that was even possible.

"Alpha?" He cocked his head to the side, and I tried to move back, but he had me locked in.

"Alpha Tristen," I mumbled.

"What are you doing?" He whispered and his lips brushed mine. I moved away and saw him frown.

"What are you doing?" I whispered back to him.

"Alpha Tristen?" He hummed. "I'd love to hear you scream that while my throbbing cock is thrusting in and out of your little cute wet hole" His cruel blunt words had me clenching down there.

I immediately pushed him away, turning around. I couldn't face him. I tried to stabilize my breath; what was this attraction I was feeling towards this man?

Aside from the undeniable attraction I felt, there was also this guilt that was eating me up. Tristen looked like he had changed. Even when I lied to him, even when I ran away, even when I claimed to have lost our child, he was still here, holding me in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to me.

I heaved a sigh. Deep down, I knew what I was doing was wrong; this man deserved to know about his son. Keeping Trevor away from his dad was selfish of me, and I knew it.

I needed to confess. I turned to Tristen, and he had a confused and hurt expression as I'd pushed him away earlier. "Priscilla?" He called out. "What's wrong?"

I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "Tristen, I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you when we first met. It's been eating me out, and I can't keep lying and pretending.."

His expression turned to a serious one, and he walked towards me and pulled me to sit on the bed beside him. "What is it?"

This little action and the amount of concern he showed made me feel worse and tear up.

I took another deep breath, my eyes welling up with tears. "Remember when you asked about our child, and I told you I lost our baby? That was a lie. I was scared, and I ran away from the pack because I didn't want you to give up your future for me. It was all my fault I ended up pregnant, and I couldn't bear to see you suffer and punish yourself for my actions. You had a dream, and you were going to leave it all for me. I didn't want to see you do it, so I ran away, hoping you'd forget us and continue your life."

Tristen's face changed from confusion to shock. "Us? What do you mean? What are you saying, Priscilla?"

I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper. "I have our son, Tristen. His name is Trevor, and he's four years old. I've been raising him on my own, and I was afraid you would take him away from me if you knew. I know it's stupid and selfish of me to lie when you asked me; I'm so sorry, Tristen."

Tristen stood there, frozen, like he couldn't process what I told him. I didn't blame him. I had kept this secret for so long, and now it was all coming out.

"I'm so sorry, Tristen; please understand and forgive me," I continued, tears streaming down my face.

"I was scared and alone, and I didn't know what else to do. But I should have told you the truth. You deserve to know your son."