Mated to the Triplet Alphas

I jumped out of bed, the events of last night momentarily forgotten as panic set in.

"I can’t be late again. Greta will kill me!"

Levi sat back, watching me with an amused expression as I frantically rummaged through the dresser for clean clothes.

"You’re not seriously thinking of going to work today, are you?"

I paused, one sock in hand. "Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?"

"Oh, I don’t know," he drawled, "maybe because someone tried to kidnap you last night?"

I resumed getting dressed, pulling a simple t-shirt over my head. "I can’t just stop living my life, Levi."

He stood up, suddenly serious. "This isn’t about living your life, Hazel. It’s about keeping you safe." His hands gently gripped my shoulders. "Quit the diner. You don’t need to work anymore anyway."

"That’s not fair to Greta," I argued, pulling away to brush my hair. "She’s already short-staffed, and the dinner rush gets crazy. Plus, I actually like my job."

"Screw fair," Levi said, following me into the bathroom as I brushed my teeth. "What’s fair about someone trying to chloroform you and drag you into the woods?"

I spat into the sink, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Greta’s a former warrior, you know. She was one of the best in her day."