Triplet Alpha’s Obsession

Claire’s POV

Humming a song at the back of my throat, I drove towards Jack’s house, our home. Jack and I had been married for three years. We started dating in high school after he asked me to be his girlfriend. And since then we’ve been together.

As I drove to his house I felt apprehensive for no reason as dread crawled up my spine. I attributed it to visiting the orphans earlier. Every month I visit them. This is my small way of thanking the moon goddess for giving me a life.

I approached the house, got to it, and got down in my car. The house loomed over me. Although I live here, the house still looked too big for me each time.

Maybe it was because I grew up in a small foster care home in the pack. And my foster parents' home was equally small. Getting down from the car wasn’t much of a fuss as I made my way to his bedroom.

I was supposed to be out of the pack for a meeting with other lunas. I have never felt up to it but Jack convinced me to go.

To go out more and make new friends as I was one without friends. But thankfully, the meeting was postponed until the end of the month and I couldn’t be any happier.

I had branched to the orphanage because it was the same route as my house. And I was in no hurry to go home. Jack would be home late like always because he was always so busy with pack duties as the Alpha.

But as I saw his red car parked in the driveway, I thought something must be wrong that he had to come home so early.

The sitting room was just like I had left it - clean, spotless, and tidy. But I still couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I rubbed my chest, trying to get an ache off my chest.

Recently, I have been getting these aches. I had been postponing my trip to the hospital to make sure I was okay. I just hope it was something minor. I told myself as a slither of fear crawled up my spine at the thought that I might be developing a major illness.

As I made my way upstairs towards my matrimonial bedroom with Jack, a whiff of strawberry perfume passed my nostrils. It was faint but still noticeable. I smiled at the thought that Jack had probably left work early to surprise me.

However, the smile faded when I recalled I wasn’t supposed to be home until a week later. I shrugged making my way to the room.

Maybe he too got the message of the postponed meeting.

Finally, he knew he had been neglecting me too much these past months and wanted to make up for it. The smile was replaced on my face as the smell of the strawberry grew stronger.

The door loomed ahead of me. And I half ran and half jugged at the surprise that lay behind the door. The last time I was surprised by Jack was before our marriage three years ago.

I pushed open the door, my smile even bigger than I could remember. However, I was unprepared for the surprise that greeted my eyes. My smile froze. My world stopped.

The only thing I could make out was what my eyes were seeing - Jack on top a naked woman pounding into her. Her moans and his grunts filled the room.

For a moment I forgot to breathe. It wasn’t until I felt light-headed I held onto the door and dragged air into my lungs. I couldn’t feel a thing, no hurt, no pain, no anger.

I felt numb and I walked out of the room and sat on the staircase all the while pinching myself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

As I sat on the staircase, I looked at my fair arms. They were all covered with pinch marks. I concentrated hard on my arms trying to feel another pain apart from the ones on my arms. It came slowly at first until it hit me hard. I found myself gasping for air.

I knew I couldn’t sit still or I might die from lack of air. I began pacing the floor with a blurred vision. Touching my face, I realized I was crying.

Confusion filled me. My question was why. I contemplated leaving the house and hiding. Filing for a divorce and moving on with my life.

But I couldn’t. Five years with someone was no joke. I held my lips trying to stifle the sobs that escaped them.

A resolve came over my heart. I needed answers. Wiping my face and turning on my heels, I walked back into the room.

The duo were on the bed in each other’s arms, laughing and talking. The look in Jack’s eyes broke my heart. I couldn’t remember the last time he looked at me that way.

Painfully tearing my gaze away from him, I looked at the girl and I drew in a long breath. It felt as though my heart was hit with a sledgehammer.

She was no stranger. She was Freda, my sister. She looked back at me, not an ounce of remorse or shock on her face. Sensing her gaze, Jack looked at me and his eyes widened.

He scrambled up from the bed, his back towards me as he hastily wore his clothes. I bit my lips, opened my mouth, and closed it. I repeated the action multiple times while my head played memories of Jack and me during the last months trying to find a loophole in my behavior. There were lots in his. And I tried to figure out what I did to warrant that kind of behavior. At last, I couldn’t find anything.

I just stood there and watched him. Watched them. I knew speaking would break me further. The pain, the anguish I held at bay with a little thread would snap the moment I spoke.

So I did what I could do; I watched them waiting for an explanation.

Jack put on his clothes and walked a little distance my way, he sighed, his shoulders slumped, “I’m sure you can understand,” he licked his lips, running a hand through his hair.

Understand? I wanted to scream at him.

“This wasn’t meant to happen,” he continued and I swallowed, emotions making my throat tighten because I understood what he meant by that sentence. But my heart was refusing to believe it.

“Us.” He finally said it and I closed my eyes with balled fists, fighting off the tears that threatened to spill.

“I tried to tell you, Claire. I tried to break it off without hurting you. I thought giving you space, coming late at night would make you lose all feelings for me.”

I opened my eyes and saw him walking towards me. I stilled. Still craving his touch. Waiting for him to say something that would hint that this was the biggest joke. But he came to me and lay a hand on my cheek so gently I felt my heart give another painful squeeze.

I looked into his eyes wondering where it had all gone wrong. But everything was broken by a snort from Freda. She chuckled to herself as she wore her clothes.

“Good thing her evil has come to light. So you won’t think she’s an angel anymore who doesn’t need to get hurt.” She said nonchalantly like she was talking about the weather.

Jack turned from me, “Can Claire and I have a moment, please? I need to speak with her alone.”

“Alright,” Freda shrugged as she finished putting on the last piece of her clothes. She walked to the table and picked up her bag. Searching through it, she brought out a brown envelope.

“But I suggest you see this first.” She walked over to Jack and handed it to him. He looked at the envelope and then back at her with furrowed brows.

He looked at me before opening up the envelope. Whatever games Freda was up to, I knew it was no good because of the smirk she flashed at me when I looked up at her.

I watched Jack bring out some photos. He looked at the first one. His eyes rose to meet mine briefly. He searched my eyes in confusion before looking down at the remaining photos more hastily. He closed his eyes, his fingers falling limp at the last photo as all photos slipped from them.

Out of instinct, I looked down at the photo and found a naked woman in bed with a man. With furrowed brows, I looked closely at it. A gasp left my lips when I realized the woman was me.