Filed to story: The Luna Mated to Triplet Alphas Novel
“What our parents did wasn’t at all what Chasity deserved. She deserved unconditional love and acceptance. She was just a kid,” I said, feeling emotional about it all over again. “But everyone in this room right now let her down,” I admitted, including her family in this. “Except possibly Chance,” I reasoned.
Chance had recently driven a moving truck to the Pack House with the years and years worth of stuffed animals, dolls, clothes, letters and cards he had been keeping for Chasity. She had gotten every Christmas and birthday present she had missed out on, and she had shown such appreciation for every single one as per usual. It had me thinking. I wanted to buy her Christmas and birthday gifts for each year I had missed too. I had already started ordering them online. They were based on what I assumed she might’ve wanted at each age. Alex didn’t think she needed an easy-bake oven to play with, but I had banned her from real cooking so I might as well provide an alternative.
“I just want you to know how deeply sorry my brothers and I are,” said Alex to Chase.
He turned to Chalice and Chance.
“It haunts me, I mean it,” he said.
I put a hand on Alex’s shoulder.
“It haunts all of us,” I said, meaning my brothers and myself.
Chase softened, seemingly assuming I meant my parents as well.
Mom nodded stiffly before I could clarify. Insinuating that she wasn’t all that sorry wasn’t helpful anyway, so I kept quiet, which is not something I’m good at, but I needed a peaceful environment for my baby and our unborn babies.
“I know Calix is really bent out of shape about it,” said Chance, blowing his nose in his handkerchief.
The old werewolf had taken a special liking to Calix, who was already referring to him as “Grandpa.”
“He’s apologized on his parents’ behalf several times,” Chance informed us.
I was not sure why this in particular upset Mom but it did. She legit left. She walked out of the house without saying a word at that exact moment and got in her car and fucking drove away. If I had been twelve years old I would’ve been devastated, but twenty-one year old me really didn’t give a shit. How hard was it to be half-decent enough to feel bad for making a maid out of a little girl?
“Did she seriously just leave?” Said Chase, flabbergasted.
“I want you to know I hold no malice towards Chasity,” said Dad, his expression grim. “I…I wasn’t supportive of Ronnie keeping Chasity here with us, and I think she closed herself off from Chasity because of me.”
Alex and I exchanged a glance in mutual shock. Was Dad trying to take the full blame here? If he was, he was closer to being the exemplary father I had thought I had.
“I would rather apologize over time with actions than all at once with flimsy words,” said Dad curtly, and with that, my father sighed and retired to his room.
Chase, Chalice and Chance were momentarily stunned at how quickly both Mom and Dad had exited the conflict.
“Wow, great talk, tell your parents thanks,” said Chase sarcastically, sitting down on the living room couch.
“Should we move out?” Whispered Chalice to me specifically.
“No!” I practically hissed.
HELL NO. I wasn’t playing that game. If they left, the fallout would involve Chasity wanting to go back and forth between wherever they were staying and the Pack House. Alex was definitely on the same page as me. In fact, we were reading between the very same lines.
“You have all been through so much trauma and it’s all fresh. You’ve only just been reunited. Why move after years of being gone? Chasity would…not like that, to say the least. She really benefits from this extended family living situation and the Pack House is huge. It’s fine. It doesn’t have to be forever but please stay while Chasity is pregnant,” said Alex.
“And three to six months postpartum,” I added quickly, sounding like a textbook, something that was usually Alex’s schtick not mine.
Chance, Chalice and Chase gave me weird looks but they all nodded, seemingly in agreement that staying in the same house as Chasity was best for her and the pups.
Calix
I could only hear snippets of the conversation downstairs despite my amazing hearing, as everyone was speaking in such low tones and my video game was on loud. I didn’t want Chasity to fixate on the argument, so I kept raising the volume on the game. I had her in my lap while I played. I wanted to distract her and she seemed to like watching me play. She also got a kick out of sneakily pressing buttons. I let her think she was pranking me successfully because, honestly, her mischievous glee over this was so cute. I even pretended to get frustrated with my lack of progress in the game. I could feel my Mom’s outrage when she left. We were very close. I didn’t feel her emotions as well as with Chasity or my triplet brothers though. Her leaving like that left me truly disgruntled, so I didn’t even have to fake my frustration anymore. I was truly annoyed just not at the game or Chasity. Mom was not trying like she had promised me she would.
“I never got to go to my therapist!” Chasity blurted out suddenly.
Instinctively, I paused his game. I looked at her. I was immediately filled with concern. She really should be in therapy. She had been through so much. I felt like a shitty husband-to-be for having not kept abreast of this. She could’ve had several therapy sessions already if I’d kept a better handle on this. My inner wolf reminded me that I tended to rely on Alex a little too much, expecting him to do all the scheduling. There was no reason why I shouldn’t handle this. Alex had made the initial appointment a couple of days before that disastrous party after which Chasity had been kidnapped. I winced just thinking about it.
“Let me re-make the appointment,” I said without hesitation.
I knew the doctor’s name and had saved the contact Alex had sent on our group chat. We had a triplet group chat that Chasity had been added to when we bought her that iPhone for her eighteenth birthday. We then had to make another triplet group chat without Chasity to plan out the vacation, renaming the yacht and the proposal.
I quickly found the contact on my phone.
“Make one for a big family counseling session too,” insisted Chasity quickly.
My heart plummeted. Ugh. Chasity needed to focus on herself. Clearly, Mom was focused on herself. Family therapy could wait until certain relatives had come to their senses.
“Ugh, that’s gonna be so much drama Chas…” I began.
She silenced me with a glare. I sighed. There was no harm in actually making the family appointment. I suppose Mom could storm out of the therapy just like today if she felt so inclined. I just had to get her to at least show up in the first place. She just needed to give it a try. Maybe a professional would get through to her better than I could. I just had to get her there. I had no doubt in my mind about Chasity benefiting from therapy though. My goddess was very willing and focused on improving in just about every aspect of her life right now. I was honestly so proud of her. She took her tutor sessions on pack laws so seriously. She was also studying for her regular classes every day. She was even eating much less sugar because she didn’t want her “sweet tooth to affect the pups”. She claimed she would return to her sugary ways when they were born. Felix was trying to make low-sugar versions of everything she liked in the hopes that she would never look back. Alex was the researcher behind the low sugar recipes.
Chasity stared at me expectantly. I called the number and put the phone to my ear. I would make two appointments, the solo one for Chasity first and then the drama-filled one for all of us.
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