Her Forever

Trinity’s POV

My father has been toying with me. Not only toying with me but the lives of others. The thought brings such rage, so much turmoil I feel like crying because I’m a girl, and that is what girls do. They cry. I must be getting my period soon because I’m a hot emotional mess.

How dare he? How dare my father come all the way to America to find me, to make those around me suffer. Could he just not let me go? Then again, he is a man you do not want to mess with. He was just a man though, why would he be here throwing silver gas around like a rave party? Did he know about shifters, too, and how would he know?

He was a Don, but at some point, you would think his powers were limited even for a killer with unlimited resources. Oh crap, maybe the Volturi were real, and my dad knows of their existence. Perhaps they went to church together at the Catholic church down the road.

I need a box of cheap wine.

Elijah is being held up by two warriors; Alpha Big Paw is staring down at him like he is the pebble between the pads of his paws. Elijah was in deep emoji poo, and the realization was beginning to appear on his face. Sweat pooled between his shaggy brows; the plaid shirt he wore was now covered in b***d. Bruises were also infiltrated underneath his eyes. It was my work, and I was pretty proud of it. All I had done was ‘practice’ fight, all in theory. The past few weeks, I’ve gotten great at using those theories and practices, putting them to use. If only my hands realized how sore they would be afterward, I might have been a bit more lenient.

Nah. I wouldn’t have. I’d still kick his a*s.

Theon and Thaddeus looked pleased. Once they peeled me off of the turd, Thaddeus’ chest was growling, but not the growl of anger but of pure sexualized hunger. Feeling his hard-on under his basketball shorts was a significant turn-on. He purposefully wiggled it right on the outside of my thigh. A girl would be absolutely insane if she wasn’t turned on by a big hunk rubbing his wanker all over you. Heck, I get two huge wankers on me!

Theon didn’t want to get left out either. He even grabbed my bloody hand had me cup his balls. “That was so damn hot,” Theon whispered in my ear. “Seeing you take down some piece of s**t. If there weren’t wolves in here, Thaddeus and I would show you how much we want to rut you.” A shiver ran through me, the tears stopped, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest.

I got fortunate to be mated with these two. But I had to focus; we had a job to do. Elijah was still here before us, and Alpha Big Paws eyes had yet to leave him. His breath was uneven; his claws were even extending. Big Paw was the giant teddy bear alpha, but he was a werewolf with rabies. How could he not be? His pack was put in danger.

How could Elijah? Elijah’s own aunt was mated to a wolf. Seeing her stand in the corner, she holds onto her mate, a look of disappointment and distrust flutter in her eyes while she silently cries. She can’t save her nephew because he betrayed an entire pack. It doesn’t look like she will vouch for him either; he about killed her too in the process.

Thaddeus stands beside Big Paw, fist clenched in anger at the foul piece of human before him. I had no remorse for what I did; beating him to a pulp was nothing but great satisfaction to me. If I could purr like my mates right now, I would. “When did this begin?” Elijah gruffed at him. Theon held me tighter, wiping away a few stray tears from my cheek.

“Three and half months ago,” Elijah spits a wad of b***d on the floor. Droplets land on Thaddeus’ toned chest, he growled in annoyance. Looking back at Theon, they share a silent conversation with each other, no doubt mind-linking.

“Keep me in the conversation guys, my family is involved too.” Theon swiped a wet piece of hair from my face.

“Sorry, my mate,” his k**s landed on my forehead.

“This was the time we were gassed, about three and a half months ago.” Theon turned to Elijah, “was this when you reported Trinity to her father? How did you even know to contact him?” Theon’s voice became flustered. His hand waved in the air like it was impossible to even contact a man in the mafia. Little did he know, it was straightforward to reach a Don; it was the reply you don’t want to receive if he didn’t want to talk to you.

“I ran a background check on her,” Stacy hiccuped in the corner. Her eyes widened when she realized that Elijah was, in fact, a traitor. Her eyes went to me and crept to me unhurriedly. Mouthing, “I’m sorry,” she held my hand. Stacy was broken; her precious, good heart was broken. Not once, but now twice. Would her heart let her forgive the first boy she ever liked? Landon stood in the corner, arms crossed with no expression on his face. That was something else to worry about; we needed answers about this gas right now.

“When Trinity first came to town, everyone was curious,” he shrugged his shoulders. “No one ever comes to our small town. On top of that, she bought a house in cash with the name Smith. Yeah, that sounded believable with your Irish accent.” Alright, that stung a bit. Maybe I wasn’t smart enough to change my last name to something more creative, but Smith is a pretty popular name.

“As I dug deeper, I hunted for the name Trinity and any outstanding warrants or missing persons in the police database. Stacy’s dad let me use his computer all the time; it wasn’t that hard.” Stacy squeezed my hand, more tears threatened to fall, but I whispered encouraging words. “Don’t cry in front of him, not worth it,” I nudged her.

I sucked my own tears up; mine wasn’t from loss but pure anger. I couldn’t let out my rage like I usually do, punch something until it was no longer moving. I wasn’t sure how many sandbags I had broken in my lifetime. Elijah wouldn’t hold up if I went over there and let all of my anger out, so I had to cry it out. Not anymore, not one more tear.

I puffed my chest out, wanting to step forward, but Theon kept my back to his chest tightly. “Then what?” I spat.

Elijah struggled against the wolves holding him down. Frustrated he couldn’t move, he grunted until a swift punch in the gut got him talking again. Coughing, he began to throw up the contents from lunch hours ago. “f**k, stop it.” He shook his head.

“A missing person’s report,” he spat. “I found it; it was you. I have to say, you looked like a bratty little princess with your prim and proper portrait,” Elijah sneered. Marching right up to him, I grabbed his throat. The wolves holding him fell backward, surprised.

“I didn’t ask for an opinion. I asked for the facts. Spill, or you won’t make it through the night.” Not that he would survive anyway, I hoped my mates killed the twat.

“I called the number; it was none other than Matteo Amato, Italian Mafia leader. At first, I thought it was a joke, but he had my attention once I video chatted with him. He dispatched his men, along with some ‘extra reinforcements.’ He said he was already in the area for a different business, but his daughter being here was just icing on the cake. He let you think you were fine, that you ran as far as you could to be safe. But all along, he knew your every movement down to the dogs you adopted from the pound.”

Thaddeus pulled me back, his arms went around my waist. “Your heart is beating too fast, Trinity.” Thaddeus’ large hand rested on my breast bone. It wasn’t s****l; it was calming as he rubbed my heart. I have never felt so betrayed by someone who I thought was my friend. It made me want to question everything. Elijah acted so shocked, appalled that my father would kill my mother and chase me down when I told him my story just a week ago.

His arms had wrapped around Stacy to comfort her, whispering everything was fine. He was nothing but a liar and a good actor. If I had an Oscar, I would take it and ram it up to his a*s hole.

“Why did he bring the gas?” Alpha Big Paw interrupted. “What is his purpose?” Elijah shook his head violently.

“I had no idea about that; I was just trying to get reward money from Trinity. He knew about werewolves though, I don’t know-how. I told him I was going on private land, and he already knew where I was. He tracked my phone and told me exactly what pack land I was entering and not to keep s**t from him.”

“You call him now, find out where he is,” Big Paw walked around Elijah; he was circling his pray, wanting to take him out. We had almost all the information we wanted anyway; he had nothing to bargain with anymore. If he was smart, he would have bartered for his life, but of course, being some wanna-be hippie didn’t work for him. Not one innovative cell in his body.

“I swear I didn’t tell him anything about the pack. I didn’t know about the gas, I didn’t know about the bombs or anything, I swear!” Elijah’s body shook in fear while Big Paw’s claw circled his neck.

“You know you broke the laws of this pack, Elijah.” Elijah shook his head. “I didn’t! I swear! I didn’t tell them anything; you can’t kill me!”

Big Paw chuckled and threw his hands on his h**s. He was still butt-naked, but no one was laughing as his butt cheek clenched. I looked away, still not used to everyone being so open about their bodies. “You led them right to the pack, took pictures, and sent it to humans. All of our hiding spots, militia formations, and wolves actually shifting. You have broken so many pack laws I could kill you ten times over.”

Elijah grunted against the wolves. “Take him to the cell. No food or water. I will have to contact his parents.” Thaddeus and Theon held onto my waist tightly while we watched him be drug away up the dark stairs.

It wasn’t just about me anymore; I wasn’t the only one in danger here. The whole pack was in trouble, all because of my father. If I gave myself up, would he leave everyone alone? The thought hurts me, but what choice did I have? I couldn’t let everyone suffer, especially my two mates. They were everything to me. In the short amount of time we had been together, I was falling hard and fast for the two Alpha werewolves.

Sure, our lives have been crazy and hectic since the day we met, but I wouldn’t have any other way. It was exciting, and I could show them my sweet moves kicking some human butt. Biting my l*p, I continued to ponder my options.

I could call him, tell him to leave them alone, and I would come quietly into the night. No one would be the wiser, and the pack would be left alone. My father is also ruthless; how would I be sure he never hurt them again? I needed something more, more than his word that no harm would come to the pack.

Promise to marry the mystery contender? I could have my mafia husband-to-be strike a deal that my father is to leave America. No harm could come to any supernatural beings, or the agreement to save my father’s businesses would be taken away. It could work, but I needed to know who I was supposed to marry.

Theon and Thaddeus’ hands never left my waist. They are speaking in hushed tones while everyone leaves the celler. Their strong jawlines, perfect teeth, and perfectly different personalities make them much sexier. Their faces will live with me through eternity when I leave. The few days had been nothing short but remarkable, and it will be so hard to give up.

Seeing them dead would be far worst than anything I could ever imagine. Their lifeless eyes, lying on the forest floor, flashed before me. I would die myself if anything happened to them. The entire pack of innocent people trying to live their lives was in my hands.

I knew what I had to do. Leaving would break my heart but saving the mates that had stolen mine was the only solution.