The Triplet Alphas' Regret

Chapter 111: I Already Have A Mate

"We were just worried about you," Soren said, frowning a little. He still seemed very hurt by my earlier words, but I couldn’t feel even the slightest bit of guilt, even with the fated bond trying its best to tug at my heartstrings. "It’s been almost a day."

I turned to look out the window. It was raining outside, the light drizzle tapping rhythmically against the glass window. It looked to be in the late afternoon, with amber sunlight spilling into the infirmary through the window. The dark clouds weren’t heavy enough to block the sunlight completely.

Then, I looked down. I was dressed in a simple gown― someone had changed me while I was unconscious. That made me frown slightly. However, at least my hair felt a lot cleaner. I could smell the faint scent of shampoo clinging to my scalp. I also didn’t feel too sticky and sweaty like I thought I would.

More importantly, there was a needle stuck into the back of my hand, attached to a drip. While I wasn’t sure what liquid it was, it was still undeniable that I felt much better than I did the last time I was conscious. The ravenous hunger in my stomach had disappeared, and I didn’t feel like I was on the verge of fainting every two blinks.

As much as I hated the fact that they had gone ahead and changed and bathed me while I was unconscious, I couldn’t deny that it felt much better than being caked in dirt and sweat.

"And you have seen me alive and well, unfortunately," I said, turning back to meet his eyes. "I hope you’re not too disappointed."

"Don’t say that," Rowan said. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together. "We’re happy to see you’re alive."

"I’m sure," I said, sneering. I made a show of looking around. "And where is Willow? In a private room, I am assuming?"

"She is in her room recuperating," Rowan answered. "Cassian is with her."

"Of course he is," I said.

Although, I was mildly surprised that Violet wasn’t mentioned. If she were there as well, surely Rowan would’ve included her in that sentence. It seemed like she wasn’t too elated about her best friend being found alive, despite the sobfest she displayed when my sister first went missing.

I continued, "The two of you might want to be there as well. If you two want a sliver of a chance at getting her to forgive you, you’d better make sure she sees your face right there when she comes to."

If Willow found out that her beloved Alphas had nearly indirectly caused her death due to negligence, I couldn’t imagine Willow forgiving them. Even if she wanted to become the Luna of the Shadowclaw Pack, surely it would be difficult to forgive the people who had a hand to play in how delayed her rescue was?

Cassian had one thing sorted right― he needed to make sure he was the first person Willow saw when she finally came to. That way, it would make him seem ever so devoted, crying by her bedside, worried about when she would finally regain her consciousness. No doubt she would be touched― as long as she didn’t find out about his past transgressions.

"Why do I need her forgiveness?" Rowan said, his face impassive. His nonchalance made my eyes widen with surprise.

"Why not?" I countered instinctively, not quite believing he would ask something so foolish. "Aren’t you three in love with my sister?" I asked.

That was what everyone said before Willow went missing. Even the omegas were aware of the rumors of the Alphas’ intention to make Willow the Luna, had she not ’died’ that night. The entire reason why they treated me so terribly was that they thought I was responsible for her death.

"If she doesn’t forgive you, why would she agree to become your mate?" I continued.

I refused to believe that my sister would stoop so low as to agree to be their mate and Luna, even after everything they had done to her. She had no ties and no obligations towards them.

Eventually, she might even find her fated mate one day. Her fated mate might not even be any less of a man than Rowan, Soren, and Cassian were. In other words, if they intended to make Willow their Luna, they needed to make sure they had something great to offer her.

In Violet’s case, her fated mate was a lowly man who could not compare to the Alphas. Violet was power-hungry, and what her fated mate couldn’t provide her, Rowan, Soren, and Cassian could. On top of that, the triplets had never mistreated her. It was obvious which choice she would make.

Rowan raised an eyebrow. "Why would I ask her to be my mate?" he asked. "I already have a mate."

Soren frowned as well, nodding.

I pursed my lips. I had completely forgotten that they had a whole mating ceremony with Violet. In the eyes of the pack, the Alphas had already chosen their mate and Luna. Violet had also accepted. Even if they still had some inkling of affection for Willow, surely they had more feelings for the woman they had marked as their own.

"And where is she?" I asked, adjusting myself a little to ease the growing discomfort in my chest. I couldn’t help the rush of bitterness that danced through my heart. "Violet must be thrilled her best friend is back."

Rowan and Soren shared a look, along with a moment of silence. Finally, Soren was the first to speak.

"She is currently resting as well," Soren slowly said. "Traveling has taken a toll on her."

I snorted, unable to resist. "She traveled to the safehouse to and fro, and all of a sudden, she is travel-weary?" I asked. "I didn’t realize that werewolves were so fragile."

Compared to me, Violet was supposed to be the stronger woman. She had a wolf― I didn’t. And yet, for some reason, I needed to be starved, beaten, be on the road for days on end, and had my blood drawn until I was a prune before I faced the same sort of exhaustion she faced.

What a joke. Even an idiot could tell that she was making all sorts of excuses. Or, she wasn’t actually tired. That was just an excuse the Alphas made to have her locked in her room now that Willow was back.

At the very least, Cassian seemed way more excited to spend time with Willow than his rightful chosen mate. He seemed to have conveniently forgotten that he had marked Violet.

If Violet had been any less cruel a woman, I might’ve even pitied her.

However, I now knew what sort of woman she was. After a month or two of this torture, I realized one thing.

Violet did not care about Willow at all. No best friend in their right mind would marry their dead friend’s partner and possible future mate.

Willow Argyris was not Violet Sorrel’s best friend― she was her enemy.