"Hell no!" She exclaimed, moving to her side to get up.
"What do you mean? This is perfect!" Jen asked placing the dress on the bed, already checking for a shoe to match.
"It's pretty, yes. But it's too much, and I don't do too much. Mom, please." Beth tried to reason.
"This isn't too much, Beth. We are trying to make an impression. First impressions matter a lot. You don't know what kind of restaurant or place you'd be taken to and this-" She motioned to the dress. "-is a perfect blend of.. perfect. Not too much not too casual, just perfect."
"Mom.."
"Just trust me honey. I've cleaned a lot of their dresses to know that this is perfect, okay?" Jen said, rubbing Beth's cheek fondly.
Sighing, Beth nodded."Okay. Thank you very much though." Looking at her Mom warmly.
"It's nothing, honey. If you are not going to have 'the talk' with me, I might as well be in charge of your appearances." She said grinning.
"I have to leave for work. It's Monday today, there would be a lot of things to do." Beth said heading to the door. "And do not forget to shave, everything." Jen whispered jokingly.
"But we're not going to do anything." Beth said incredulously.
"Of course, honey. But they need shaving." She said, motioning to her legs and she was damn right.
"Yeah, but you could have said , shave your arms and legs." Beth said plainly to her, who just threw her a kiss in response.
"What time do you leave?" Jen asked.
"By six." Beth said, picking up stuff from her floor.
"You have plenty of time then. Have fun, honey and try not to overthink. It's a simple thing. You're gonna love it."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Anytime, B. I'm off. Don't burn down my house." She warned jokingly, shutting the door behind her.
"I'd try not to." She thought out loud,as she bent down to pick the piece of paper she had thrown to the floor earlier, taking an extra look at it.
She couldn't even remember sleeping off in his arms. She must have either been very exhausted or too comfortable. Although, she liked to think it was the former because the latter would be a little weird.
Or too weird... Ugh whatever.
Sighing, she tossed it in her tiny trash can, just behind her door, going to put other things in order.
***********
The Triplets and their parents sat comfortably around their shiny dark mahogany dining table for breakfast in their secluded apartment in the pack mansion.
The atmosphere was bearable, at least. Given their parents heavy curiosity to know how the night before went for them. But despite how much curiosity they had piled up in their minds, they knew they had to embrace patience at the moment.
When their boys were ready, they'd tell them.
But given their solemn faces and demeanor, it was obvious that something worthwhile had taken place, because their boys never looked this solemn, irrespective of whatever had happened. They always seemed more than capable to keep not just their emotions but expressions in check.
But whatever happened last night was definitely really tangible and they couldn't wait to hear of it.
Dropping his cutleries gently, Tristan pushed the plate away alittle, cleaning his lip and leaning into his seat.
"You know, you guys could have just asked for the details of yesterday's night, right?" Tristan asked smugly, giving them a small teasing look.
"Well, Tristan. Given how tough the tension has been between you three, we thought it wise to watch it all play out." Faye said, trying to downplay her curiosity but failing miserably because Tristan could see right through her façade and the one father put up, trying to cover his face with an old newspaper, even when everyone knows he doesn't read tiny words.
"Well, I must say. You both are so shitty at it." He said, testing the durability of their curiosity.
"Then tell us what happened, damnit." Sampson said, dropping the old newspaper in the center of the table. He was tired of being patient. Typical Alpha stuff.
"Okay. Fine." Tristan said, sitting up a little, he picked the newspaper, and opened it. He didn't need them seeing the lie in his eyes when he tells them.
"Nothing happened." He said not taking his eyes of the sheets, Theo and Troy, awfully pretending to be engrossed in their meal and devices, much to their parents dismay.
"That's a shitty lie, Tristan. Try again." Sampson said, readjusting in his seat, his arms folded across his chest. All his attention focused on his eldest triplet who almost shuddered under his father's gaze, but was able to control his breathing so nothing was given off.
He flipped the page of the newspaper, gracefully without any haste, like he wasn't being heavily scrutinized.
"It's disappointing to know you think I'd lie about a matter this delicate, father." He said easily, his eyes still trained on the newspaper, scanning it lazily.
"And it's disappointing to know you'd want to hide her from us." Sampson spoke venomously, smirking lightly because he knew he struck a cord when he saw Tristan's index finger twitch . You could control your entire body, but not all reflexes.
Faye sat beside Sampson, leaning in her seat, watching their exchange.Both of them sitting at the ends of the table, sucking up all the oxygen in the room with their electrifying tension.
Her other two sons did not seem fazed by their father and brother's interaction, just sitting and scrolling through their phones like they were speaking about the weather.
Of course they wouldn't feel anything, she was the only none Alpha seated in room filled with four.
"And why would I want to possibly do that, father?" Tristan asked, his voice bored, and cold, you might think the reaction earlier had been a fluke. But Sampson knew better. He wasn't an Alpha for nothing.
"You tell me, Son." Sampson said in a cold voice as well, beyond pissed that his son was stretching his curiosity. He knew he could find out as soon as possible if he wanted to, but they had long promised to keep out of each other's business, only knowing what what the person had to offer.
But he could easily by pass that. It would only cost him a few thousand dollars as penalty.
"Alright, that's it." Faye said sharply, hitting the table with her fist and pushing her seat back as she stood. Her actions caused Troy and Theo to look up at her, not completely surprised. They knew it was only a matter of time before she wouldn't be able to handle the unnecessary tension anymore.
You can't blame her. It's like parents fighting in front of their kids. It messes with their head.
"I've had enough of y'all." She said coldly, counting her words. Turning to her sons she continued.
"If you guys do not want to tell us about her then fine, don't. If you guys didn't find her at all, then I'm really sorry. All these tension is really unnecessary. And honey, please let them be. When they are ready, we'd be waiting." She said, looking pleadingly at her mate, whose tense shoulders sagged as he gave in.
"Y'all better be careful. And I am disappointed. We agreed there would be no more lies." He said, his voice cold but his gaze warm and heavy as it settled on each of them.
He loved his sons like he loved his mate. They were his entire world and hadn't lied to him in a very long time. He wished he couldn't see it, or unsee it, but he did.
He could only hope they had very valid reasons for doing so.