Avenging The Triplet Alphas
Chapter 33

Arielle's

POV

Ethan looked at me like I had grown a second head and I understood why. Minutes ago, I was terrified about the prospect of encountering the Van Tyson triplets again but now, I sounded fearless and eager to face them head-on. "You don't need to look so surprised, Ethan." I began, "I've always wanted to take my revenge on them ever since the day I was disgracefully sent out from the pack. During the months I've spent here with you and everyone else, I decided to let go of my past grudges and look forward to the prospect of starting over again."

"You can still do that, Arielle." He urged me. "You don't need to bother yourself with any of the Van Tyson's shenanigans. You're a mother now and we're getting married in a few months, we can do without any distractions." I shook my head.

He still didn't get it. They were never going to go away, they always got what they wanted or they destroyed everything that had to do with what they desired if it seemed out of reach.

"You still don't understand, do you?" I let out a small sigh. "They're bound by honor to respect the words of the pack till death do them part. They'll come for me, I know they will and when they do, I want you to let them in."

"I can't put the entire pack in jeopardy and risk the possibility of having a war within my territory." He argued.

He wasn't going to accept my plans so easily, I knew that from the start. But I couldn't give up, this was my chance to set things straight once and for all.

"You don't understand, Ethan."

"Then make me understand, Arielle! I could potentially lose everything and even if I don't, the damage would be worth a lot to fix with mere materialistic things. You know this might happen and yet, you want me to open my doors to them?" "They won't hurt anyone here, I promise. They just want me, that's all." I cajoled him, trying to make him see things the way I was.

"You want to go back with them, is that it?" He asked me and I detected a hint of confusion intertwined with worry laced in his voice.

"My son was born here and he will be raised here as well. Also, the last time I checked, I was supposed to marry you in a couple of months. Why would I leave my whole life behind and leave?"

"I know you're trying to put up a brave front and act rather calm over this situation but you can't afford to take this with a pinch of salt. One year is a lot to change a lot of things about someone let alone three. They want something from you, that's why they're back and there's a small voice in my head urging me to be scared of the Van Tyson's. They aren't to be messed with and you know that better than anyone else."

He was right. If there was anyone who could have the slightest inkling about how the Van Tyson's carry out their operations, it would be me. My first instinct was to run but carrying out a successful revenge plan would leave a sweet taste in my mouth.

There is that sensation you feel when your family is in danger, it feels like a knife lodged in your gut with each passing second time squeezed in deeper elongating the pain till you feel suffocated.

There is that sensation you feel when your family is in danger, it feels like a knife lodged in your gut with each passing second time squeezed in deeper elongating the pain till you feel suffocated.

People think that hope keeps you going, that faith spurs you on to do the impossible, and that your belief is capable of getting you out of any situation, but that's a lie. It doesn't. It makes the pain from the sharp edge of the blade even worse. Because, with each chiming on the clock, you're reminded of what you've lost and what you stand to lose.

If I don't try to fight, I'll end up losing everything I've worked for over the past year.

My son. My fiancé. My burgeoning career. Everything could be gone within the blink of an eye if I remained passive, waiting for fate to intervene.

"I know them better than anyone else here, that's correct. That's why I'm confidently asking you to open your doors to let them in, they're not going to cause any commotion, they will just want to talk to me but I'm not going to let them see their son just yet. The first time they come here, they would just want to scan the environment, see if I was Arielle, and lay out their terms for me without doing anything extra."

"I'll speak to Klaus and the generals but I won't fold my hands and do nothing while I permit them to speak with you here. My pack warriors will be ready if I sense any sign of danger or trouble brewing, best believe I'm taking the first shot and I don't care what happens next. Are we clear?"

This wasn't what I wanted, the tensions between both parties were going to hit the heavens but it was better than being turned down outrightly.

"Yes, Ethan. Do your thing and I'll do mine. It'll turn out good, I promise." I assured him.

"There's something I don't understand yet," He began and I waited for him to explain himself properly. "What are your plans? You've spoken about taking your revenge on them but how do you plan on going about it? You're just one wolf going up against three of the most powerful wolves alive. Surely, you have a plan."

I nodded in agreement. "I do. I plan to manipulate them with every tool in my Arsenal, they wouldn't know what's coming for them. And by the time they realize they're being played, it'll be too late and they won't be able to do anything about it."

I sounded like a mad woman right now and I understood if Ethan would struggle to make sense of what I just said. I didn't have a clear plan yet. My plans have constantly changed with time as I sought the most flawless opportunity to make this work. It was on me now to save everything I held dear to my heart.

It's bye-bye to you, slut.

The last words they said to me exhumed itself from my past where it had been consigned alongside many other hurtful memories.

It wasn't enough for them to reject me, they decided to humiliate me as well before letting me go, discarding the memories we've built together over time. I felt my wolf whimpering within me, she mirrored the pain gripping my heart.

I could still hear the waves of their laughter resounding around the room, the bold smirks on their faces, the subtle mocking looks.

I could never forget how they used and broke me, discarding me like an unwanted child's toy.

I would pay them in their coin. Nothing would deter me from my plans.

"You can't do this alone. No matter how prepared you are to face this head-on, you need my help." Ethan cut in, interrupting my train of thought.

My first instinct was to reject his offer and do this all by myself. I had brought them here, into his pack and it was on me to make sure his pack remained unscathed throughout the entirety of my face-off with the Van Tyson brothers.

But he was right, I couldn't do this alone. Much to my disgust, I was still emotionally attached to the three of them. I've tried so hard to rid myself of every single ounce of feelings I might harbor towards them but it seemed a small part of me would always be affectionate towards them, no matter what happened between us in the past.

I needed someone with a clear mind and zero emotional attachment if I was going to pull this off.

"I know my plan doesn't make much sense yet but I promise it'll fall in place, I just need a little bit of time," I replied. "You're right as well. I haven't seen them in over a year and several things could've changed, their way of carrying out diplomatic missions could now be hostile and it would be best not to leave anything to chance."

Ethan walked over to me and pulled me up to my feet as he enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug before pulling back.

"I'll get started on it. We need to secure the entire area as fast as possible. If my sources are correct, we should be expecting them in a couple of days from now."

I nodded. "I'm sorry for bringing this mess to your doorstep, it wasn't my intention to put everyone here at potential risk."

"It's not your fault, you've done more good here than you'll ever know but you just don't know it yet," He smiled at me, before making his way towards the door leaving me alone in his study.

I let out a huge sigh before I sunk back into the chair. I wasn't willing to voice my fears to Ethan but I knew what the Van Tyson's first plan would be once they were granted permission from Ethan.

They would try to pry my son away from me, it would be the fastest and most efficient way to get me to do what they were coming here for and the only way I'll let that happen would be if they killed me first.