Save Me

Chapter 5

The day the four of us went to my mum's to grab my belongings after explaining to her and Dan why I was moving before I was 18 years old. Mum was a combination of pissed and happy but Dan was down right pissed, stating that he wasn't going to allow me to move into the pack house with Harry. That was until Harry literaly put him in his place.

"You are not moving in with him, mated or not!" Dan had roared. "You are supposed to be here to mind your brother and sisters, not me! It's not my damn job!"

This had caused everyone in the room who was old enough to understand what dan ment to tear up or become instatnly pissed; or both. Harry had grabbed Dan by the throat and held him so Dan's feet were dangeling and demanded an apology from him, which Dan did give once he could breath again.

I had only taken my school stuff, clothes and a few pictures, in reality that's all I had. We were/are on the poor side, let's face it mum and Dan were working trying to feed, cloth and everything that was needed for nine people. Yes, the four older girls shared or passed down clothing but still was only a small help. Now at least with me out of the house, it'll take some fininacal stress of the of them, I can hope.

I've been living with Harry at the pack house now for a month and I've been learning more about him and he about me. I've also been learning about the werewolf culture and what to expect next month when I turn 17 years old. I want to turn into my wolf, but I'm scared it's going to hurt.

Also, I've been vomiting every morning for the last two weeks. Harry says if I don't start feeling better by the end of this week, he's taking me to the pack doctor. Nope, don't want too, I'm not a fan of doctors.

I've spent time with mum and my siblings here at the pack house since Dan won't allow me to visit the house I grew up in. I don't mind really, I'm just glad I can visit and spend time with those who love me. Mum and my siblings have also gotten to know Harry and everyone else here in the pack house and the pack.

By the end of this week I'm still vomiting horribly in the mornings and after breakfast, so Harry insisted I see the doctor and I'm grudgingly going with him now. The doctor runs a few tests and then pulls out an ultrasound machine causing me to raise my eyebrows at him in question.

He doesn't reply he just squirts cold gel onto my belly that he rolls around and three blobs appear on the screen. The doctor points as he talks, "There's baby A, baby B and Baby C. Congrats Mr. Tomlinson and Alpha Styles, you're having triplets!" Right then and there, Harry the big bad alpha passed out on the floor.