REIKA

THE GERMAPHOBIC BETA - EPILOGUE/RECAP

THE GERMAPHOBIC BETA EPILOGUE

This is for those who haven't read TGB before. If you did and remember, please skip this.

REIKA

It was our eighteenth birthday today, and the three of us would be heading to Alpha Training Camp for the next three months. Dad tried to convince us not to go, but we wanted to. Mom said that even when we were stronger than others, it was important that we learned and trained for our futures, just like any other Alpha would. Dad still had terrible memories from when he went to the camp and said we really didn't need that.

My Dad always looks serious, but he was a sweetheart. People didn't know this because he never let many get too close to him. Dad never said it, but I knew he was a sentimental person. Growing up, Dad was the one that primarily took care of us. Mom was also always there, but Dad was the one that insisted on cleaning us, feeding us, and he always sat with us to do all the homework. He did his best even when we gave him hell. And we did give him hell.

I realized he wasn't completely normal once I went to school, and I observed the way other parents and adults acted. Dad avoided people, mostly touching them, and stood like three steps further away from everyone, even when he was having a conversation. Also, he didn't like giving handshakes and most of the time would let people's hands hang. People said he was rude behind his back, but my dad was a loving person. The whole situation was confusing, so I talked to Mom about it and she explained everything to me. Once she did, many things he did began to make sense.

At home, he never acted like that with us. He never had avoided us, but he still had that need of getting us clean, wipe our faces, and clean our hands. I felt bad for all the times I ran to him while full of dirt, and he waited for me with his arms wide open and a big smile. As the years passed by, Dad began to slowly get closer to people and shake more hands, but not with everybody.

Arden, Emmett, and I gave Dad so much trouble. We always plotted things against him and teamed up so we could get away with things. King would help us.

Growing up, King would let us sneak around the house and steal candy. King would distract Dad and even make him trip to help us out. Whenever we were doing something we shouldn't be doing, King would tell us when Dad was getting close so we could hide whatever it was.

He always was like, "Fuck him! He ain't looking. Do whatever the fuck you want."

Mom never let Dad curse in front of us, but King had no filter. I remember giggling with all the stupid things he used to say behind Mom, Dad, and Kendra's back. King would prank us too. Arden always fell for it. There hadn't been a single day in my life that I haven't laughed at something that King said.

Shifting in our wolves and going for runs with King was always fun. Dad hated them, but he knew it was important for us to learn how to be in the wild, so he allowed it.

Even when we were triplets, we were so different from each other. Emmett was simple and liked to keep things in extreme order. Arden was a living mess, and I was what you call normal. We even fought differently. I was the strongest. Just like mom, my wolf was fierce. Emmett was smart, and he fought in defense, always having a strategy or plan underneath his sleeve. His wolf was cautious. Arden was impulsive, always on the offense, throwing rapid attacks that disoriented his adversaries. His wolf was aggressive. I was smart and impulsive, so I would take risks but measure the consequences quickly on the spot.

Emmett loved reading. He looked just like dad, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tall. Emmet wore glasses because he was always reading books. He was definitely a quiet guy, but not innocent.