Three Alphas

Chapter 4

Taylor's pov

After 5 minutes of sitting on the floor, I stood up with my son catching their attention. I exhaled then spoke,

"Well my son needs to eat and if you're staying here as guests I guess I will feed you too unless you don't like the smell of macaroni and cheese mixed with other foods?" I looked at the three men still on the floor staring at me. They're not moving or speaking but they're looking at me so I think they're just watching my lips but not actually hearing me. I sighed 'it's like raising three more kids' I smirked then whispered a plan into my son's ear and told him he had to be quiet. I walked up to them then leaned down and looked at my son. We cocked our arms back then I counted down,
"3..."

"2..."

"1!"

We smack them then ran off laughing into the kitchen leaving them bewildered.
I sat my son in his seat, our laugh quiet down, for a second. The guys came in holding their red cheek, I turned away from them and covered my mouth snickering trying not to laugh but my nose wasn't cooperating with me. Hands appeared on my waist making me gasp and a warm breath on my neck made me freeze.

"Don't think we won't get you back." A husky voice whispered in my ear. Another hand grabbed my wrist and turned me around facing them, I stumbled in surprise. Suddenly I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, I didn't dare to look up since I was redder than a tomato.

'What is happening? This isn't supposed to happen' An index finger and thumb were placed on my chin and tilted my head up making me look at the one responsible for my face being flushed and burning red. For making my body feel like a frozen mountain, and causing my brain to malfunctioning with this close contact and millions of thoughts running through my head.

I couldn't breathe correctly, I'm anxious yet strangely calm. Jacob was in my face staring intensely at me, his eyes said to not look away and I submitted to them. I hate that they still have this effect on me, I should hate them...but I don't which makes me a bit pissed off but it's still processing in this situation.

'Yea, that's right they don't want me they wanted Tessa, the school's cool girl..." Back in high school, this Tessa girl was awesome and badass. She was so outgoing and spoke her mind, I could never be like her and never will. I'm just a washed up, frail, useless person that just spread their legs instead of fighting back. I started to shake gripping the edge of the counter, my nightmare of that night started to come back. The guys looked at me with confusion and worry I just turned away from them holding my face in my palms.

I don't want my son to see me like this. He needs to see that his papa is strong and fearless not a bag of chips that can be easily crushed if stepped on. It's like needles are attacking my sympathetic nervous system but even that is shutting down on me. My breathing started getting heavier and faster, I held my chest in pain, and my eyes stung with tears. I couldn't get my thoughts under control. I'm scared and don't know what to do, everything hurts and it's very painful.

"Taylor, what's wrong?!" I heard Jacob ask, I couldn't concentrate. I needed silence. I pushed off the counter and stumbled around the guys to the living room. I flopped on the couch hyperventilating. 'Someone...please. Make it stop please...' My vision was blurry as I saw a someone come into my line of vision I paid no attention to it shaking vigorously. I suddenly felt a warm hand on my cheek then felt comfortable warmth throughout my body, seconds later a soothing voice was in my left ear telling me what I needed to hear. That everything was okay, and that me and my son will be okay. That's what I assumed since I can't detect where the voice is coming from since my head is spinning, I can only decipher certain phrases and that was enough for me.