Their Powerful Hybrid Mate Novel – I am a runaway hybrid princess, ‘gifted’ with the ability to talk to the dead. I stepped in to help with an entire undead army. That made my life so much worse. So I come myself in a new pack to seek a normal life. However, I found my mate is triplets. They spent all of their free time harassing me from the moment I arrived in the pack.
Lorraine I was ‘gifted’ with the ability to talk to the dead. I would call it more of a curse than a gift. It was annoying when I was young, but the older I get, the more my powers seem to grow. And not only that, but I heard that my brothers needed my help a few months ago, and I stepped in to help with an entire undead army. That made my life so much worse. Since then, word has spread among the spirit realm apparently, and I have been being harassed ever since. It’s worse at night, hence why I’m not getting any sleep.
But at least people here don’t look at me like I’m a freak. Well, not any more than any other high school weirdo anyway. People back home used to be afraid of me, like somehow the spirits I spoke with would suddenly grab them and drag them into oblivion. Or that I would start contorting and crawling after them like in some horror movie.
Or worse, that my royal family would hang them by their toes for even speaking of the elephant in the room. These days, the only weird looks I get are from my teachers, or other envious students who pay enough attention to notice me sleeping through most of my classes while also maintaining a nearly perfect GPA. Gym class was probably the only area of concern. I was too tired to try to muddle through and often skipped class, but with how high my other grades were, it wouldn’t be a problem come graduation next year. “Hey pretty lady!” My friend, Sarah, said, running up next to me, her arms full of books.”Hey.” I said, fighting the yawn that wanted to escape. “You look rough, couldn’t sleep again?” She frowned, concern etched in her gorgeous face.
Goddess, I wish I had her glowing skin. I was paler than the moon. I shook my head. While Sarah was a good friend, I still haven’t brought myself to tell her of my gifts, or that I’m essentially royalty. No one knew anything about my life before coming here, and I made sure to keep it that way for the past three years. “Maybe you should go see the pack doctor? Get a sleep aid or something.” She suggested. “Yeah, maybe.” I sighed. I’d be lying if I said a sleep pill didn’t cross my mind every now and then. I have tried over-the-counter brands, but the spirits are far more…persuasive than the low-dose pills are. We stopped at our lockers and grabbed our lunches. I had half a mind to go to the nurse’s office just to get a few minutes of sleep, but that would only raise more alarms and questions, both of which I didn’t want.
“So, rumor has it that this year’s prom will be hosted at the alpha’s home.” “Yeah?” I asked unamused. “Mhm!” Sarah beamed. “They finally finished whatever renovations they were working on and want to have a party to celebrate, and I heard the teachers talking about it, they said Alpha might allow our prom to be the first big event! The triplets might even be there. How exciting is that?!” She giggled. Ah, the triplets. Noah, Owen, and Zach. They were three years older than us, and all kinds of trouble. I personally had been counting down the days until they got shipped off to the very prestigious college that their father, Alpha Rodger, built from the ground up. It was a specialized school for gifted, motivated people to expand their knowledge. They left shortly after their graduation, and I’ve only seen them a few times since. Thank goddess.
“They are just people, Sarah.” I frowned. “Gorgeous, muscular, identical people.” She scoffed. “Who have yet to find their mate.” “Even though they have f****d half the she-wolves in this pack and the next,” I snorted. “Well then that just means they know what they are doing.” Sarah rebounded. Ah, to have her positive outlook on life. “You are going to prom, right?” Sarah asked, quickly changing gears as we made our way down the three flights of stairs to get to the cafeteria. “I never have before. Why would I start now?” I frowned. I don’t like crowds. I don’t like people most days, especially dead ones. “Why not? You will be eighteen later this year, it might not hurt to get to know some of your prospective mates.” She smiled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “And of course, I’m going to be there, so that should be reason enough.”
She said with a cheesy smile. I looked at her and we both laughed, and then suddenly a flash of a dark ominous figure appeared before my eyes, rattling me to my core. The shock of seeing such a creature sent me toppling down the second flight of stairs. “Lorraine!” Sarah exclaimed. But before I could even move or answer, two strong hands were on me, checking me over. “Hey are you okay?” Noah asked, concern written all over him. His brown hair was perfectly styled, as always, his beard trimmed short. Not to mention he was the picture of perfect health. I could see his muscles flexing beneath his shirt, just itching to be set free. His deep blue eyes bore into mine as she looked over me from head to toe. Although he was a triplet, he and his brothers each had their own distinct appearance, despite what Sarah had to say about it. Owen has short dark brown hair and green eyes, and Zach has curly light brown, almost blond hair and light blue eyes. “What are you doing here?”
I found myself asking before anything else, too shaken up by the dark figure to answer his question. “Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by and see the coach.” He half smiled, helping me up. “Hi Noah.” Sarah blushed, as she brought me my discarded lunch. My sandwich was crushed for sure. “Hi.” He nodded back to her, looking at my crushed paper bag. “Do you need a new lunch?” He frowned. “No, it’s fine. I’m not really hungry anyway.” I said with a yawn. “Thanks for this.” I said awkwardly, gesturing to the stairs and floor. “Can I take you to the nurse?” He asked, looking over me and gently grabbing my arm which had a nasty brush burn on it, courtesy of the stairs. “No, I swear i’m fine. We’d better get going though. Have a nice day.” I said, grabbing Sarah’s hand and leading her down the rest of the steps.
Sarah was giving me daggers for denying his help, but I didn’t care. I didn’t need or want his help. He and his brothers spent all of their free time harassing me from the moment I arrived in the pack. Even with their limited time, they somehow managed to get in my way and tease me to no end. I was happy when they left for college. But in all honesty, it wasn’t them so much that bothered me, it was the other students, the girls primarily, that got jealous and would lash out because of it. The triplets almost seemed like they wanted to be my friends, but didn’t know how to show it, especially with how distant I kept them, and everyone else. Sarah and I just became friends last summer. She was my first real friend to date.
Though that could change if she ever finds out about my…gifts. I glanced over my shoulder just as we were rounding the corner and found Noah’s eyes locked onto me still. f**k me. Sarah and I quickly headed to the lunchroom, but not before stopping in the bathroom, so I could clean myself up a bit after falling down the stairs. Part of me also needed that time to take a few deep breaths and get the dark image of that man out of my head. His teeth. His claws. All of it needed to go. I had a few dark spirits harass me in the past, but nothing so…sinister looking. I splashed some water on my face and met Sarah back in the hall. She was already eating half her sandwich. “You sure you’re okay?” She asked, her head tilting to the side, assessing me. “Yeah, but I forgot something in my locker. I’ll catch up with you later?” I asked, already taking some steps back. “Oh, okay sure.” She nodded, giving me a tight smile. I didn’t give her a chance to ask me any more questions or stop me. I made sure she wasn’t watching as I snuck inside the library, which was empty given the time and today’s technology. I found my usual spot in the back corner and rested my head on my bag, which had my sweater jammed inside, and quickly drifted off.
“Good morning, Sarah!” I beamed as I strode into school, my hair neatly done showing off my soft natural curls. I wore my favorite top. It was a black tang top with matching black sequences edging the top and bottom, paired with a black zip-up jacket that complemented it perfectly. I even wore my semi-uncomfortable gray skinny jeans that had just enough tears in them to not get me thrown into the office for inappropriate dress code. “Goddess Lorraine, you look great!” Sarah smiled. “The doctor gave you something?” “Sure did, and I slept like a baby.” I smiled. “Thank goddess, you needed a good night’s sleep!” She beamed. “Tell me about it.” I snorted. “How was your lunch with Noah?” “It was…casual.” She frowned. “I don’t think he is into me.” “Sorry to hear.” I frowned. “That’s okay, there are still two other brothers I can try my luck with.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows and laughing. The bell rang and we were off to class. My day flew by. My teachers looked stunned to see that I looked alert, a few even asking me what had changed. I indulged them with as few details as possible, not that there was much to say. I was given a sleeping pill. End of story. When I got to gym class, still feeling great, Mr. Davis was there with Noah. They both looked like they had just been laughing about something, so I decided to try my luck.
“Mr. Davis?” “What is it, Fuller?” He asked, his whistle between his lips ready to signal the start of class. “I would like to do my mile run today, if that’s alright.” No time like the present, and who knows how long I’ll feel this good for. I seemed to always have a seed of doubt blooming inside me. I wouldn’t consider myself a pessimist, but definitely a realist. “Today?” He said with a sigh, looking at his watch and clipboard. “I don’t think I’ll have time today…plus the gym isn’t setup for you to run the course.” He added. “I can take her to the outdoor field.” Noah suggested, much to my shock. “Yeah? That would free up my lesson plans for next week… Okay, go ahead. Thanks, Noah.” He said, tossing him a stop watch. I wasn’t sure if I should thank Noah or not. It was a kind gesture, but coming from him, I felt my hackles rise, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But I didn’t say anything as we made our way to the outdoor field. It was a nice spring day thankfully, no breeze either. Perfect for a mile run. “Alright, let’s start with a warm-up.” Noah said as we approached the field. He seemed relaxed, happy even. As if he actually wanted to do this. Maybe he wanted to see me suffer after all. “It won’t make much of a difference,” I said. I sucked at running either way.
“Indulge me.” He said, and began stretching. I sighed but didn’t argue, copying each of his moves. It did make me feel a bit better, but I doubted that it would make me any faster. “Nice job. Now, just five laps, and you’ll be done.” Noah smiled. “What is passing again?” “For an un-shifted werewolf of your age, anything past seven minutes will be considered failing.” I swore under my breath, pulling my hair back into a ponytail. “What was your time before?” “Eleven.” I grumbled, going to the starting line of the track that circled the soccer field. I could see Noah wince at my admission. He paused before a wicked smile came over him. “I guess I’ll just have to give you some proper motivation then.” My eyes narrowed. “Don’t let me catch you.” He smiled, holding out the stop watch. My eyes practically ignited with fire. “On your mark…get set…go!” I took off like a bat out of h ell. I didn’t bother to look back, not until I rounded the first curve of the track and could see him standing there, at the starting line, taking his place. My lungs burned as I picked up my pace. I was screwed.
Completely and utterly screwed. Rounding the second big curve, I looked at the starting line again. He was gone. It was only a few seconds before I could hear his thudding footsteps quickly approaching. “Come on Rainy!” He yelled, giving my ponytail a quick playful yank before running next to me – backwards. “You’ll never pass at this rate.” “Tell me something I don’t know scumbag!” I yelled through gritted teeth. “You need to control your breathing.” He said, exaggerating his own breathing for me to mimic. “Your form too,” he said, his hands adjusting my posture, making me slow to a stop. An unfamiliar heat spread through me at his touch. “Did coach help you at all?” “He might have if I had ever bothered to show up.” I said, gulping in air. Noah frowned but didn’t push the matter. Instead, he gave me a few more pointers, and restarted the clock. Again, and again, and again. He kept making me start over until he seemed content that my form and my breathing and my pace were all to his liking. I didn’t know if I wanted to thank him or smack him for making me run so much.
It was only when I finished my first official mile run-Noah running by my side the entire time, pushing me to keep going-that I begged him to stop. “I can’t- I’m done-.” I heaved, my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. “I don’t care if I fail- I’m done-.” Noah nodded, a smile stretching across his face as he turned the stop watch around for me to see. Six minutes and fifty-nine seconds. A passing score. “Oh my goddess…are you serious?!” I chuckled, my laugh a bit crazed sounding. “You did it.” He smiled. “I’m proud of you.” That heat spread through me again, and I was thankful that my face was already red from running, otherwise my blush might have been noticeable. …. Noah “There is something odd about her, but I don’t know what,” Zack said, by a way of greeting, as he came back from a full day of working one on one with our mate. “Are we ready to compare notes then?” Owen said, finally looking up from his desk in our new shared room.
It took several months of renovations, but our massive alpha suite was finally completed. Perfect for the three of us, plus hopefully our future luna, Lorraine. We knew she was our mate shortly after we turned nineteen and came back from college. We stumbled across Lorraine while she was walking home from school one day. It all made sense then, why we were so keen on picking on her and teasing her in high school when she was a few grades below us. The mate bond was hard at work, making sure we took plenty of notice of the new girl. It took everything in us not to pin her to the ground the day we found out and mark her then and there. But there was something different about her. Something…odd perhaps? We spent months trying to get more information on her, which included breaking into our father’s filing cabinets in search of her transfer file. It landed us in a load of trouble, but it only confirmed that she was different.