The girl flushed. Dylan smiled urging her, “Run along now before the Moody Triplet explodes your head.” She took off. I snarled at Claire when she said I deserved better than Melanie. Oden roared, “Mate can’t believe that.” It was like she did though.
Buttercup said, “Uhh Alexander? Is she your….?” She trailed off. Dylan snorted, “There is it. Good job, my little Princess.” Buttercup looked at Wesley asking, “Really?” I linked her, “Really. She’s mine.” Buttercup clapped.
Cory linked, “I asked first.” I replied, “Shut up.” He hummed, “He speaks. Interesting. You know the gym is aware she’s yours.” I replied, “I don’t think that’s a thing they know. Suspect, sure. Also, I linked you just a few seconds ago.” He snorted, “Ok, sure. It’s a suspicion to the gym.” Sarcasm again.
Melanie was bored and I couldn’t blame her. Dylan laughed saying to me, “I’m getting flashbacks. I think your mother has said something exactly like that in a fight. That might be a direct quote.” I didn't answer him and just watched Melanie. The desire to run to her and take her in my arms and put all these bitches on the ground was intense.
Dylan bumped me gently insisting, “Glowing eyed Moody Triplet, let’s chat.” I growled, “Not now.” Dylan sighed, “Naturally. Of course, not now. Just keep watching the fight where nothing happens. ‘Ashley’ is” He actually put her name in quotes, “right. This is a boring fight.”
Buttercup asked, “Why did you put her name in quotes?” Dylan smiled goading me, “Yeah Moody Triplet, why did I do that?” He quickly turned his gaze to Melanie when she called Claire out on missing training and being desperate to get with me.
Dylan clapped, “I LIVE! SHE JUST CALLED HER A THIRSTY NAME CHASING LADDER CLIMBER! YOU ROCK ON ASHLEY WHO IS NOT REALLY ASHLEY!” Melanie clearly didn’t hear him. I warned, “Cut it out, Dylan!”
Cory called, “Why? He’s not right.” I clenched my jaw. Cory asked, “Is he?” I said nothing. Liam snorted, “He is right.” Damn it. Wesley linked me, “What’s your mate’s actual name?” I replied, “I’ll tell you later.” Oden snorted, “That was a vague reply.” I reasoned, “That’s intentional.
Melanie easily beat the rest of the challengers. Dylan sighed, “I’m have empathetic dad pride right now. I want to hug her so badly. I’m bursting with serious pride. It was a concern she wasn’t training that much anymore which is clearly wrong.”
Which was not possible so that pack she was with in New York lied to Peter then Dalton and Dakota. Liam chimed in, “Nothing in the history of concerns could quite possibly be more wrong then thinking she stopped training.”
Buttercup questioned, “Is anyone going to tell us what is going on?” Dylan smiled replying, “I learned from the people we hail from, that would be no fun Princess.” Buttercup laughed, “That’s true.” I retorted, “You barely have Fairy blood. You don’t hail from Fairies.”
He gasped, “You take that back. Fairy blood flows through these here veins and I was adopted by Fairies.” I knew it did, just less then Aunt Katie even had. I sighed, “I know that.” He winked, “I know. It’s ok, you’re in one of your moods. I get it. I always did though.” Of course he knew my moods were about Melanie.
Melanie and I locked eyes, and I let her see my lust and my pride until Claire ruined the moment. Oden linked, “If mate wasn’t adorable, angry and jealous I would RIP her head off.” I’d explode Claire’s damn head.
Dylan snorted, “Should we send a smoke signal to not Ashley that Claire will in fact keep calling our very own Moody Triplet hers? Claire is a few eggs short of a dozen.” I snarled, “I am not hers and I’ve never thought about being hers.” Wesley said, “We know that, Alexander.”
Melanie and Claire argued. Dylan hit me in the arm, “YOU DOG! She’s bragging about having sex with you and you didn’t growl. So, it’s true. You are just like your father. Now I have empathetic father pride for you.”
He gasped in fake horror shouting, “NO! THIS CONNECTION HAS TO END! I CANNOT BE CONNECTED LIKE THIS TO SAINT GOD ALPHA PRICK! THIS IS WRONG! I HAVE BEEN VIOLATED! Being a father is a trap everyone. A TRAP TO BIND YOU TO SGAP! SAVE YOURSELVES!” I snorted.
My Warriors all looked at me. I rolled my eyes at them saying, “You can all smell that we have had sex. You didn’t need her to say it. Now that she has, the next one of you that looks at her with lust in your eyes goes down to me.” I popped in front of one and punched him in the face and popped back to my spot.
Dylan patted my arm, “Nothing screams ‘mine’ more than a punch to the face for a little looksie. An exploding head would be better but you know, you do you.” I told him, “They are my Warriors. I’m not exploding any of their heads.” Dylan sighed, “I suppose you have a point. It’s a boring one, but it’s a point all the same. Don’t worry, I’ll find you a bad person to explode the head of.” I inclined my head indicating I would blow someone’s head off and he clapped.
I frowned when Claire dropped something. I snarled already moving when I realized it was designed to separate Melanie from us. Oden linked, “We WILL NOT WATCH HER DIE! WE JUST GOT HER!” I agreed with him. I watched in horror as Claire blew something in Melanie’s face. I felt my hands itching to hurt Claire, until I realized Melanie was unaffected. Only then did I relax.
I ran full force at the bubble. Sierra shouted, “NO, DON’T!” But it was too late. I was thrown back and burned. I grunted in pain and began to heal myself. Dylan was now angry, and he let everyone see it. He asked, “Are you ok, Moody Triplet?” I answered, “You know I am.” He squeezed my shoulder.
Wesley’s eyes blazed and he shouted, “I’ll FUCKING KILL CLAIRE MYDAMNSELF! HOW DARE SHE!” Dylan said, “She’s definitely done for. She’s brought on SERIOUS Dylan and no one likes him. Hurting my windup toys is quite literally a death offense. I just wind up a new toy for my vengeance.”
My cousins were all closer to me now with my Warriors. Who were fuming. Liam linked, “Are you ok?” I replied, “You know I am.” Dylan said, “I think you’ll get beat to it, my dear Wesley. Claire done pissed off not Ashley.” Oh shit.
Dylan hummed, “I feel we should be concerned about the she wolf who can drop the temperature in the room. I feel cold from not Ashley’s anger. That’s weird and glorious at the same time.” He was right, it was actually colder in here.
Sierra screamed, “ASHLEY!” Melanie gave no indication she heard her. Sierra continued, “ASHLEY, STOP!” Dylan looked at her urging, “Try her real name, because obviously the fake one isn’t working.” She didn’t even look at him.
He hummed, “It’s just a thought, and just so you know I’m usually right.” Sierra looked at him now, and ground out, “I AM saying her name.” Dylan smiled reiterating, “It’s not working. You try it, Moody Triplet. I think she’ll blow a gasket if YOU yell at Ashley to stop.”
He was right. I couldn’t call her Ashley. Oden snorted, “That would end really poorly.” I replied, “I already knew that would upset her and probably send her into a rage. I yelled, “LOVEBUG I’M FINE!”
Dylan shrieked, “LOVEBUG! YOU CALL HER LOVEBUG?!” Liam chuckled.
He hit my arm, “SPACE UNHEARD! SPACE UNHEARD NOW!” I quickly chanted it. Dylan told me, “That was a FLASHING neon sign Moody Triplet. As a pup she was called Ladybug, so you call her Lovebug. Which is very un-Alpha to come up with such a nickname and I’m going to claim it was my influence.”
He paused adding, “Can I just say it’s an adorable nickname that I would like to write a WHOLE limerick about? Sadly, I must be serious Dylan. Why is Melanie McAlister going by Ashley Griffen? She can’t be wolf less and she can’t be Ashley Griffen. I sense her wolf, but just barely. I had to TRY. What the HELL is going on?”
I sighed, “I can’t get into this.” Dylan laughed, “That’s adorable, Moody Triplet. Get into it or I’ll call her dad. My fingers are LITERALLY twitching to do so. She’s your mate and I’m very happy for you two about that since you’ve always thought she was.”
