REJECTED: PREGNANT WITH TRIPLETS AND A SECOND MATE

The strength of the average wolf seemed greater than that of the female. It was common for males to be stronger. I wondered what the difference in strength might be between me and Lancelot since we were of different species.

The she-wolf growled and tried to bite the wolf, but Lancelot seemed to have the situation under control. My heart calmed down, for I didn't know what to do if this continued. Survival for my children was what I needed.

Suddenly, a noise was heard, distracting us, causing the she-wolf to manage to break free of Lancelot, bruising him lightly with her claws. Just as she ran through the back door, sirens began to sound. The wolf signaled to follow her, but I asked him not to.

"It's the police," I said, hearing the sound of doors closing. More cars than usual. When I looked at Lancelot to alert him, he was already human, naked. "Oh my God, Lancelot," I yelled, embarrassed.

"I didn't mean to," he said, concerned, walking over to me, but remembering the situation, then walking away.

"Hide, go upstairs. I'll see what they want," I ordered, as I walked through the front door. A lot was happening at that moment. When I saw him coming up the stairs, I opened the front door and walked up to meet what I expected to be a policeman. It was not.

Casper was standing in front of me. "Are you okay, Naomi?" he asked me, apparently concerned. My heart was racing, and I didn't know if it was because of the Lancelot scene earlier or if there was a chance that Casper was paying attention to me again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, without answering his question.

"I heard there was a medium wolf around here. I had to come, I had to protect you," he said. For some reason that I now know, I felt bad hearing those words. Lancelot was a nice guy, but I knew he wasn't talking about him. "I have connections, Naomi. Since I dropped you off at the coffee shop, I've put some eyes on you, for your protection," he said. Casper was a man of power, and not just a man, like an alpha. His being concerned about me at the escort level was new, but that worried me. I didn't know if Lancelot liked the idea of others knowing about his kind, so I feared that these supposed eyes had seen him in his wolf form.

"She's fine," I heard a familiar voice say. Then Lancelot was coming out of my house, now dressed. He was dressed in Casper's clothes that I had. Casper did not like what he had seen.

"What is he doing here, Naomi?" Casper asked, without taking his gaze from him.

"He walked me home," I said.

"And then you take him to your house, don't you?" he questions me. His eyes begin to take on the slightly red tint, he is irritated. I tell him it's nothing he's thinking. "And why is he wearing my clothes? Why do you have my clothes, Naomi?" he now asked, looking at me.

"It's for the children. Having clothes of your own would help them with the smell and affection, and it would also help to lie about your presence," I replied. It was a lie. The clothes were there for my benefit. Whenever I missed him, I found myself smelling his clothes. A wolf's scent was strong and wouldn't come off, even if I took it a hundred times, the smell wouldn't come off, at least not from ordinary wolves.

"If you weren't with her, what are you doing here?" Casper asks Lancelot, confronting him directly, and giving him a shove. Before he could strike back, I stepped in front.

"I came to help. I transformed and had no clothes, I just took these," he replied, in an almost hostile manner.

"So you're more than just a coffee shop attendant, are you?" Casper confronted him. He had always had a sense of leadership and power, I was not surprised that now, having indeed such things, he would flaunt them.

"You knew I was a wolf. And I'm the manager," Lancelot said, pulling me out of the way, making face-to-face contact with Casper. My first and second Mate together, hated each other. That was all I needed.

"I don't remember smelling you before," Casper says. I feel Lancelot's authority waver and he feels insecure. His gaze crosses mine. Fear. Maybe in the cafeteria, Lancelot was unintentionally masking his scent. Casper didn't like humans much, perhaps his hostility in the place was because he thought he was one. The fact was that I now knew that he didn't want them to know that he was an average wolf, and I couldn't blame him for that.

"I'm fine, Casper," I finally replied, trying to take the focus off Lancelot. "And I asked him to stay home for fear of the humans seeing him," I said. Casper understood that kind of situation. Like any wolf, he knew the difficulties of moving around humans who didn't know of the wolves' existence.

"My team is after some wolves, Naomi. They may be connected with the disappearance of our children. We need to stay alert," he informed me. I nod my head, positively. "Anyway, it's not safe here, I'll take you somewhere else," he says, taking my hand. My body vibrates with happiness, but my mind still doesn't keep up with the feeling and the situation.

"You won't have to," Lancelot says, taking my hand, causing it to release Casper's. His warm touch wakes me up and my mind follows the gesture. "I don't live very far away, and it would be more comfortable. It's been a long day, and she needs to rest," he says, resuming all the authority he had before, staring at Casper. I didn't know if middle wolves didn't respect hierarchies very well, as I wouldn't see a normal beta confronting a powerful alpha like he was doing.

"Right," Casper said, visibly annoyed. In front of the others, he liked to show that he was good. There were wolves and humans around, and the image of a powerful man and an alpha needed to be preserved. I knew Casper didn't like what Lancelot was doing, but he wouldn't fight back, not using himself. "If Naomi agrees, fine," he says, looking at me with a mischievous grin. My body again screams for his name and him, but my brain once again does not keep up. He was doing it deliberately because he knew I felt love for him, he knew I would choose him. However, that is not what happened.

"It's okay with me," I reply. Both boys looked surprised at my response, even though I looked surprised. Snorting, Casper agrees and signals for the others to get into their cars.

"Let's drive around the area and continue the patrol," Casper says. "Tomorrow, at the address on the card," he says. Then they drive off the street, finally.

As they all leave, I sigh. The fright of the attack had already dissipated, and now what I was left with was an empty, messy house and a wolf I had just met, wearing my ex's clothes.

"Thanks for everything," I say to Lancelot.

"There's just one problem, Naomi," he says nonchalantly. "I don't live nearby."