Mated to the Alpha triplets

Chapter 12. My Second kiss

Olivia

Helen’s shrill voice broke through the haze I had gone in when Lucien's lips met mine. I tore myself out of his arms and took a step back from him. I was so surprised that I went stiff immediately.

Logan and Lucas only laughed at me since they were drunk, but there was something in Lucas' gazd that made chills run down my spine. I looked at Helen and saw that she was wearing only Lucien's shirt and nothing else.

Lucien’s compliment yesterday must have made her feel that she had a chance with him. I thought to myself bitchily.

Lucien stumbles again and before I could grab him, Helen ran forward to prevent him from falling.

She led him to the bed and laid him gently on the bed and watched him as he fell asleep. I looked at Logan and Lucas to see that they were also falling asleep where they each reclined on the sofa. I quickly ran out of the room to avoid Helen’s wrath.

She ran after me and grabbed my arm, turning me around to look at her. I had barely gotten a word out when she slapped me.

“What the hell just happened in there?” She yelled out.

I winced in pain and could not do anything as she landed another slap on my face.

“Helen… Lucien kissed me first.” I said while crying, holding onto my stinging cheek.

“He was drunk and you decided to take advantage of that. You think I didn't see that?” Helen yelled out again.

My shoulders slumped as I suddenly felt drained.

I can't take any of this anymore.

I felt so angry and disgusted with myself as Helen continued ranting, her voice seeming even more shrill than ever. I ignored her and went straight to my room without looking back.

“Just wait and see, ugly bitch, I will have my father chase you out of the palace.” She yelled out.

I walked back to my room in the palace and stumbled in. I locked the door and fell on the bed crying. I had brought this upon myself.

Why didn’t I step back when I saw him coming closer? I made such a fuss, saying I didn't want them, and yet, I couldn't resist a stupid kiss. That idiot stole my first kiss too…my first kiss was with a drunk asshole that has never had any qualms about letting me know how much he hates me…

I cried myself to sleep and was woken up by a knock on my door. It was Miss B.

I opened the door and saw her fuming.

“I must have been too nice to you, cos why the hell will you leave your duty post to take a nap by this time?!” She shouted. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I hung my head low and apologized to her.

Her gaze softened, “ What happened between you and Miss Helen that made her father come to the palace fuming and looking for you?

“I have done nothing wrong to her,” I replied.

“Anyways, Alpha Damon has asked me to warn you about her. You know your position in the pack dear, you have to be careful.” She added.

I thanked her and we both headed back to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I was instructed to take the princes’ food to their room before coming back down to the kitchen for my own dinner.

My heart beat in my chest sluggish as I wheeled the tray to their room. I was scared of what I might face in their suite after what went down earlier in the day. I bit my lips as I thought of the kiss and the slaps that followed.

I knocked on the door and waited for a reply. I waited for a few seconds and knocked again when I heard nothing. This time, I heard a faint groan so I slowly opened the door and peeped in. The last thing I needed at that moment was the bump into Helen or see something that I didn't want to see.

I couldn't see anything, the room was dim and all was silent so I slowly walked in, the wheels of the tray the only thing I could hear.

I went through the first door on the left and found myself in another bedroom. It was aesthetically decorated with books lining the shelves and artworks dotting the walls.

I pulled to tray to a stop and gazed around the room in wonder, my hands gliding over the huge mahogany piano resting against one of the walls.

A slight snore pulled me out of my reverie and I gasped in shock, my hands jerking off the piano. The snore came again and I realized it was coming from the bed. I walked closer to the bed to see Logan sprawled out on the bed, snoring softly.

A giggle escaped from me as I stared at his limbs all spread out. I covered him with the blankets and placed his meal on his bedside table before heading out.

I walked into another room to see Lucien also asleep on his bed and did the same.

For some reason, I didn't want to go into Lucas' room. I shook the feeling off and headed into his room. He was also asleep so I set about placing his meal on his bedside table.

I covered him with his blankets and a hand gripped mine as I turned around to leave. My heart stuttered as I looked down to see Lucas holding on to me. A lock of his hair was flopped over onto his forehead making him look more boyish. He started up at me with a crooked grin and whispered my name softly.

I tried to pull my hands out of his and he tightened his grip, pulling me forward and causing me to fall in the bed beside him. He stared at my face as I looked down at him in shock and laughed. I didn't say a word, just continued staring at him in shock.

His laughter died down and his other hand came up between us moving towards my face. I flinched, and something flashed on his face as he caught the flinch.

He drew my hair behind my face, and palmed my cheek, whispering softly, "So beautiful."

I breathed out softly as my face flushed, 'Lucas…"

Lucas's gaze remained fixed on me, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift, and for a moment, I forgot all about the chaos of the day. His touch was unexpectedly gentle, considering our earlier encounter.

"Lucas..." I repeated his name, my voice barely above a whisper. Conflicting emotions swirled inside me. His unexpected tenderness was confusing, especially after everything that had happened.

He was looking at me so differently, and I knew he must have been still drunk. And yet, hope… I was beginning to hope.

He moved his hand away from my cheek, but his fingers lingered, tracing a pattern down my arm. "Olivia, my Olivia," he said softly, his eyes locked onto mine. "I'm sorry about earlier. Things got out of hand."

I nodded, my heart still racing, but my confusion remained. "It's okay," I managed to reply, though my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

Lucas's eyes searched mine, and he seemed to be wrestling with his own emotions. "You don't deserve any of this," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "You're my mate.. I should be protecting you from all of it."

I couldn't help but feel a spark of hope as I looked at him. Maybe there was more to Lucas than met the eye, hidden beneath his harsh exterior. "Lucas, I don't understand. Why are you...?"

Before I could finish my sentence, Lucas leaned in, his lips gently brushing against mine. It was a tender, unexpected kiss, different from the one with Lucien earlier in the day. My heart skipped a beat as his lips brushed against mine…once…twice.

He pulled back, his eyes still locked onto mine, searching for a response. I was left speechless, my thoughts a jumble of confusion and desire.

Lucas sighed and leaned forward, his head falling on my shoulder. That snore that came a few seconds later let me know he had fallen asleep.

As he released his grip on my hand and fell back on the bed, my heart felt bruised and weary. I couldn't deny the attraction I had felt at that moment, but I also couldn't forget everything he and his brothers, my supposed mates.

I knew all that happened was probably only because he was drunk and I couldn't help the tears that fell as I got off the bed.

I left Lucas's room, my emotions in turmoil, and headed back to the kitchen. Miss B was waiting, and I couldn't bring myself to do anything other than pick at my food before cleaning up.

Instead, I focused on my duties, trying to push aside the complicated feelings that had arisen within me. But as I worked in the dimly lit kitchen, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering back to Lucas and his brothers.