Entangled With My Alpha Triplets

Forty Seven

~Hazel~

I quietly slid into the chambers to find Asher fast asleep or so I believed from the way his hand was thrown over his head.

I wasn't too sure if it was reasonable to question him about you know who after last time.

Maybe, I should make him more relaxed.

Or I shouldn't.

"Asher," I cleared my throat, tapping him gently.

"What is it?" He groaned, slowly opening his eyes.

"Can I talk to you?"

"No, let me sleep." He mumbled, turning away from me.

"It's urgent." I muttered, hoping he would finally listen.

This time, he stared back at me with a raised brow.

"What is so urgent that you can't wait till morning? And come to think of it, I didn't give you any permission to leave this room, did I?"

"No, you didn't and that's why..."

"You want to apologize, of course." He nodded like he could read my mind.

If I didn't feed into his delusions, his ego would be bruised and that means no missing puzzle for me.

"Yes, I am." I lowered my head and slowly fell to my knees.

Only Asher had the power to make this humble and I hated him. I couldn't wait to leave and be free like I always wanted to.

" I realized that I haven't been on my best behavior but still you have such a kind and open heart to me."

"I guess I do." He lifted his chin higher and probably, his shoulders.

He leaned back against the headboard, folding his arms like a king awaiting a performance.

"So?" he drawled. "Show me how sorry you are."
I clenched my jaw but forced a soft smile, crawling toward the edge of the bed with every ounce of restraint I had left. My heart hammered, either from disgust or the fear of what I might find if I kept playing this game.

"I want to do better," I said quietly, letting my hand graze his thigh. "Be better. For you."

"And our future kids too."

"No more sneaking around with Tyler or having flings with Zane."

He watched me with narrowed eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching in suspicion.

"It's a surprise you finally understand the meaning of the term, husband," he said, cupping my chin roughly. "You just like to learn the hard way, don't you? But all that is in the past."

"I have what you want and I know what you'll always need."

My breath caught. "And what are those?"

"You want to stay here with me. Safe and solely mine." His voice dipped lower. "And you want to forget about that rogue."

I froze.

He leaned closer, whispering just above my lips.

"You think I don't know what you're up to? You think I didn't smell him on you the second you came back?"

The lump in my throat just grew harder. He didn't move.

"You think I don't see you, Hazel?"

"Me?"

"Asher, I'm not stupid enough to hang out with a rogue." I defended.

He shrugged, "That's not how I see it. I've always known you to be the kind of girl that jumps right into danger,"

"You see a strange guy and the first thing that you think of is to please him."

"I thought you just forgave me but here you are, accusing me."

He smiled like he was proud of me for saying the wrong thing.

"I didn't say I didn't forgive you," he said, brushing his thumb over my lower lip. "I'm just reminding you how easily you let lust control your reasoning. That's all."

I forced a nod, my mouth shut from ranting.

"And besides," he went on, voice dripping in something like mock affection, "you've always always hated this prison you have been in. You couldn't elope with Tyler and now there's this new shiny opportunity before you."

The way he said it sent a chill down my spine.

Asher leaned back, stretching like he had all the time in the world, and I took that moment to stand, slowly. His eyes followed me, but I kept my expression soft, obedient like I had planned.

"I just want to make things right," I said carefully. "With you."

"I'm your wife, remember? I took an oath before the goddess."

He hummed, clearly pleased with himself. "Then stop digging where you don't belong or you'll get hurt real bad, Hazel. Some things are better left buried."

My heart stuttered.

He knows.

Or at least... suspects.

I gave a small nod and turned away, pretending to head toward the wardrobe like I was preparing for bed. But my eyes flicked once more to the far wall I suspected was full of secrets. The corner was still loose. Just a sliver of space, but enough to feed the spark of hope in my chest.

I didn't sleep that night.

I waited till he was too deep to hear a thing.
Waited until his breathing evened out and the possessive grip he had wrapped around my waist slackened.

Then, slowly, I slipped from the bed.

Barefoot, quiet, careful not to wake him, I padded toward the wall. My fingers reached for the curtains, gently lifting the corner. Beneath it, there was a small, nearly invisible seam in the stone. I pressed it and to my shock, it clicked.
A panel slid open.

The hidden room yawned before me.

And what I saw hanging on the walls made me shake.

"What the hell is this?"

Was there a woman just like me who once lived here? Was I reincarnated?

"I don't remember taking any of these pictures."
And it wasn't a painting either.

Whatever this was, I deserve an explanation and I was going to get it.

The questions were endless, but before I could lose myself in them, I quickly took pictures of everything I could. I made a video, careful not to miss any detail. I wouldn't ask Asher. He'd lie. He always did.

I knew who I needed to ask now.

Before he woke.