Belonging to the Kings- Book I

Teenage (6.5)

PoV- Mason

At this exact moment, me and my brothers were in the basement of our palace, a room that our father used to proudly call as his very own man-cave, but this man-cave was soon converted into a family entertainment unit, the home theatre after our mother's persistence, since she claimed that our father use to spend way too much time here than with her.

My mind reels back to the time when the triplets had turned fifteen, it had been six days since. If I try to recall the preceding weeks to their birthday, the five of us were all excited about finally admitting the truth to Renessme, warming her up to the idea of supernaturals and their existence amongst humans. But nothing goes as planned in this household, does it?

As the Beta had rightly called her, 'the bitch, is what ruined it for us.' The witch, Lilac, had made an unannounced entry to the palace on the birthday eve and changed the game for us.

I was busy in my thoughts when Ceaser hits me hard on my shin, "Did you find it?

Growling at him, "No, Not yet asshole."

"Why aren't you helping?" Said Attrius annoyed, while looking into one of the glass cabinets.

My head keeps thinking of how today things would be different, if the witch hadn't come. When I feel Jason nudge me, all I could do was mumble a weak, "Huh?

"What you thinking about?" This time it was Titus who was somewhere at the back, shuffling through a box.

"Your birthday" I utter under my breath.

"Oh" was all that I heard, until my head thought back to the events of that day.

---------- ...Flashback... ----------

The room was brightly lit, I glance over at the clock that was right next to me. In an hour, the triplets would be celebrating their fifteenth birthday, and soon enough transforming into their Dom for the first time.

I look back into the mirror, adjust my tie once again, and go on to settle the creases forming on my trouser.

From the corner of my eye I observe the slouched form of Ceaser, worry not amiss from his eye. Now re-doing my belt buckle this time, I clear my throat to gain his attention, when it doesn't help me get a response from him, I walk over to where he was and take a seat next to him on the ottoman. Giving his shoulder a light squeeze, I finally mumble, "penny for your thought?"

Ceaser rubs his hands over his face. Still covering his face, in a muffled voice, "I don't want to find her, my imprintee."

It wasn't hard to understand where his mind was at, not to long ago I was facing the same dilemma. I say the words not sure if they'll help him. "I was at the exact same spot as you not so long ago, Ceaser. I know how you feel. Talk to me."

"My mind is like a mush, about everything, not just over this one thing." He groans out in irritation.

Holding my breath, inspire it being the right thing to say, "Brother, like I told the other two doofuses. Nothing is wrong with you not rejecting your imprintee. If you want her and not Renessme, it is your decision. Remember we would stand by you, we are brothers after all."

In a harsh tone he snaps at me, "But is it?"

That time caused my wolf to surface, but I regain my control and calmly tell him, "Of course it is, Ceaser."
The second I hear those words fall out my mouth, it was my heart that started thumping at a faster rate. The possibility that my brother might be rejecting my mate, the pain it would cause her was all I could think about.