CHAPTER 5 The Playboy
Jase POV
Jared and I are still sitting in Dad's office when Jordan storms out.
'Think we should go after him?' Jared mindlinks me, but we both know the answer to that. 'Hell no! We both know what he is like when he gets like this! I'm not getting my ass kicked tonight.' I link my brother back.
Our dad is standing in front of us with a less than pleased look on his face.
Dad is a strong and fierce man. He took over the alpha position when he was only 19. Granddad had tried to hold off a group of rogues one year, and his leg was severely injured.
Dad was forced to take over, and he has been a force to be reckoned with ever since. I know he is ready to retire and enjoy life with mom, but he is too obsessed with this fucking curse!
"I don't believe you three realize that you are our bloodline's last hope. If you three cannot break the curse, the Silverwood pack will officially go to the beta family. For as long as Silverwood has been in existence, there has been a Calloway as alpha. This pack is our family's history. Don't you understand that?" Dad says exhaustedly.
"We have done everything that has been asked of us! I am even dating Yvette, even though I don't love her! What more do you want us to do? We have made it abundantly clear that we are not choosing mates. I won't have a bigger mess to undo should I meet her." Jared responds.
But that's not why I don't want a chosen mate!
I know we are identical triplets, but we couldn't be more different.
Jordan and Jared want to find their mates, partly, to hopefully end the curse that has been plaguing my family for the last century. I don't have time to worry about a curse.
I am enjoying life. I have seen what the stress of this curse has done to my grandparents and my own parents.
They obsess over it. They have seen countless covens, elders, faes, and even considered a dark witch. Fuck that!
If we are the last of our bloodline, so be it. I would rather be the best alphas while we can be and fuck who I want, when I want.
Don't get me wrong, I think the mate bond is truly beautiful, but if I meant to be the end of my bloodline, what's the point?
My mate is going to want pups; pups that we may not be able to even have. Plus, we have seen this curse take many pregnancies, pups, and mates.
I don't want that. I want to be in control of my own destiny in any way I can, including not being consumed with this curse.
Jared is still going back and forth with our dad, when I interrupt them.
"If y'all are done, I have somewhere to be. So, can we go?" I ask them, with a slightly bored and annoyed tone.
I have a small ball I have been throwing up in the air and catching to distract myself from the mindless conversation happening in front of me.
Dad walks over to me and slaps the ball out of the air, and it goes flying.
"You can spare a few precious minutes before you go stick your dick in one of the delusional she-wolves, who believes you are going to make them a Luna!" He shouts.
I stand up and match his glare. "Why is who I fuck anyone concerns? We have met countless she-wolves and still haven't met our mate or mates. I am not going to spend my whole life chasing to break a curse that no one has been able to do!"
Dad and I are staring each other down, chest to chest, when I hear the door open. Neither Dad or I turn around to see who walked in, but the mystery is quickly put to rest, when I hear mom's voice.
"What in the hell is going on in here?" Mom's cool and authoritative tone comes from behind us.
Jared speaks up. "Oh you know, just another family discussion about how us triplets should ignore our happiness and do what is necessary to break the family curse that wasn't even imposed on us."
Mom places herself in between dad and I. "Dale, my love, let's sit down and talking it out, without the extra shouting, which isn't helping anything."
I sit back down, knowing that dad has no choice but to sit down as well. We all know better than ignoring mom.
"I need for everyone to take a breath and calmly explain why the air feels so suffocating in here." Mom says, while rubbing on dad's back.
No one says anything at first. Dad and I continue to glare at one another, and mom is annoyed at both of us.
Jared clears his throat. "Listen, this isn't a new topic. However, it is one that my brothers and I are tired of having. We know the curse and the importance of it. It has been preached to us our entire lives, but we are simply saying we no longer want to base our entire lives around breaking the curse. And if dad is going to hold the alpha position hostage to bend our will, then he can keep it!"
Jared gets out of his chair, to storm out, in the same fashion that Jordan did.
The door slams shut ferociously against the frame and the windows in the office rattle. Jared is the hot head and aggressive one, so it's no shock that he slammed the shit out of the door.
I cross my leg over the other. "Wow, you sure can clear a room!" I chuckle.
Mom rolls her eyes at my comment and dad looks murderous. That look used to scare me, but the older we get, the less it affects either of my brothers or me.
"Well if there is nothing that hasn't been said a million times before, I am done." I rise from the chair.
"We are only trying to help," Mom says tiredly.
"Then let us live our lives," I respond.
Dad opens his mouth to speak when I hear Jordan push through our triplet link. 'Get to the western border, ASAP!'
'Rogues?' Jared asks. 'No, just get here, quick!' Jordan replies.
I turn and leave my dad's office, without another word. 'Fuck you! I'm not falling for that shit tonight! I have Tina and Stasha waiting on me!'
Two warriors that I have been trying to convince to have threesome with me, finally caved in. I'm not letting anything else hold me up tonight.
I have had plenty of threesomes, but these two warriors suck the best dick out of all the she-wolves in the pack house. I can get them both sucking my dick at the same time? Fuck ever having a mate!
'This is more important than you getting your dick wet, asshole!' Jordan yells through the link. 'Just get your asses down here!
Fuck!!! I make my way out of the packhouse toward the western border.
This better be worth it.