The Alphas of North Forest

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Chapter Twelve

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Rosemary’s POV.

I try to keep the surprise off of my face. “Pardon?”

“I had a dream last night, where God visited me and told me to forgive you. Although I might not agree with your relationship, I have to accept that it is His will,” she explains softly. “Sometimes the Lord does things that we do not understand, but we do not question Him, we accept without complaint, because He has a plan.”

I’m glad I’m seated, because I couldn’t be more surprised. “Y-you forgive me?” I stumble over my words, still in shock.

Grandmother sighs and squeezes my hand. “The Lord showed me that there is nothing to forgive. I questioned His actions, I am the one who should be asking for forgiveness.”

“Oh, no,” I reassure her. “You don’t need to be forgiven, Grandmother. It’s already forgotten.”

She smiles at me. “You’re a sweet girl, Rosemary. I’m sorry I was harsh. I still don’t agree with your relationship, but I understand that it wasn’t your choice and I shouldn’t condemn you for it.”

She takes a deep breath, briefly closes her eyes and then looks at me. “If you would like, you can bring your mates to meet me and I will be civil with them,” she says.

“Well, it’s funny you should say that, because I have brought them here,” I tell her gently. “They are outside and very excited to meet you. Please, be kind to them, they are truly good people.”

Her lips set into a thin line and she nods stiffly. “I should like to talk to them, tell them that the fiery pits of Hell are waiting for them if they ever hurt you.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. I’d love to see her threaten them with Satan’s wrath. “Be nice? Please? For me?” I plead with her.

She sighs and shakes her head. “I’ll try, but remember that I’m the elder, I should be respected.”

I turn away from her so that she won’t see me roll my eyes. “Yes, Grandmother.”

I poke my head out into the corridor and my mates look up at me, expectantly. “You can meet her now,” I tell them.

Sheepishly, the two of them enter the room. It’s quite amusing, actually, to see them stand next to my Grandmother’s bed. She’s so small and frail, she looks like the bed is going to swallow her. Whereas, my mates are reaching six and half foot and block doorways with their broad chests and muscular builds.

Grandmother eyes Emmanuel’s silver hair with distaste, but gestures for the two of them to sit. I stand to one side, watching the exchange with amusement and a little concern.

“As I’ve told Rosemary, I don’t agree with this three-way relationship,” she says, a frown of disapproval set on her face. “It’s not right, it’s not traditional and it’s certainly not holy. But, the Lord works in mysterious ways and I understand that you make my granddaughter very happy.”

My cheeks warm at that comment and the twins look over at me, smiling widely.

“It’s your granddaughter that makes us very happy, Ma’am,” Ezekiel responds politely.

My grandmother gives a curt nod. “Good. Now, you promise to look after her? Protect her? I know your kind have a gift for attracting trouble.”

Ezekiel and Emmanuel share a look that I can’t identify.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Emmanuel replies. “We promise to keep her safe.”

Grandmother looks at Ezekiel, who hurriedly replies, “I promise too, Ma’am.”

Satisfied that both of them having promised to look after me, my grandmother nods and lays back against the bed.

“You two are welcome to stay if you want, but I doubt that you will. My granddaughter and I are going to have Bible study now,” she states haughtily.

The twins look over at me, their eyes wide in panic. I shake my head, letting them know that they don’t have to stay. I walk out of the room with them and face them in the hallway.

“I guess we’ll see you on campus tomorrow, then?” Emmanuel says hopefully.

I have a lecture with him at 11AM and I’m already looking forward to it.

“Okay.”

Both of them look reluctant to leave me. They shift their weight between their feet.

“Okay, see you later,” Ezekiel says glumly and turns to leave.

“Wait,” I call and they both stop.

Emmanuel is closest to me. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist. He tenses up at first, taken by surprise. I rest my cheek against his chest, on top of his jacket.

His arms slowly come around me and squeeze me tightly to his chest. Ezekiel looks at the two of us with surprise and amazement, an awed smile on his face.

“Thank you, kitten,” Emmanuel leans down to whisper in my ear.

I shiver and step back from him. Ezekiel eagerly opens his arms for me and I hug him, too. I wrap my arms around his broad chest and press my cheek against him. He squeezes me and places a kiss to the top of my head.

When I pull back, the twins leave with grins on their faces. A simple hug has made them that happy. I’ll have to make a mental note to do that more often. I’m smiling myself when I return to grandmother’s room.

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Monday morning brings about Emmanuel’s lecture. I put my feet up on the back of the empty chair in front of me and prop my notepad on my lap. The lecture starts well. I concentrate on everything Emmanuel says and make detailed notes. Somewhere towards the middle though, my focus dwindles.

It starts when he takes off his blazer. The university has turned on the heating for the first time this year, as we’re moving closer to October and the temperature is dropping. It’s now particularly warm in the lecture halls. Professor Blake must have been feeling the heat because he takes off his blazer. This gives me a wonderful view of his body in a pale grey shirt.

Even with his shirt on, I can see the muscles in his back and arms rippling as he points to different things on the slides. Without really realising it, I start sketching him in my book. The sketch starts off in the top right hand corner. A small one of his upper body, mainly.

Emmanuel undoes the buttons on his sleeves and rolls them up to his elbows, revealing his tanned forearms. He doesn’t know it, but this gives me even more to work with. I flip over to a blank page of my notepad and start sketching him larger and more fully. I get into it, shading and smudging lines. All the while, a heat is burning inside me, desire building.

“The lecture has finished,” Oya tells me, her voice filled with amusement.

I quickly snap my notepad shut, grateful that we are the back row. At least no one could see that I was sketching our professor over my shoulder. I collect my things together and follow Oya down the steps. All of the other students have left. Emmanuel is stood behind his desk, rolling down his sleeves and re-buttoning them.

“I’ll catch up with you in the library,” I say to Oya.

She smirks and looks between me and my mate.

“Sure. See you later.” She winks and leaves us alone, subtly closing the door behind her.

I walk up to Emmanuel’s desk and he smiles as I approach.

“Oya tells me that there’s a new restaurant on the outskirts of town, Delhi something,” I tell him shyly.

Emmanuel’s lips quirk up in a cute smile. “The New Delhi Spice, I think it’s called,” he responds.

I feel my cheeks warm up, like they always do when his eyes are on me.

“Right. I was wondering if, maybe, you and Ezekiel want to go…with me?”

He grins and pulls me in for a hug, surprising me. He presses his nose against my hair and inhales deeply.

“You are adorable, Rose,” he murmurs. “Yes, we’d love to go.”

He steps back, giving me space. I awkwardly pat my hair down. “So, um, Wednesday?”

Emmanuel smiles and leans back against the desk. “Wednesday sounds good to me, kitten.”

“Okay. I’ll um see you later.”

“See you, kitten,” he calls after me, grinning.

He loves it when I’m shy and nervous, I know he does.

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Emmanuel doesn’t say anything to Ezekiel, meaning I have to ask him. I have to go through the pain of asking him out on my Tuesday lecture with him. Monday was my first time asking a guy out. I don’t know how they do it so often and with such ease! It’s terrifying. They’re my mates and I was still scared that they were going to say no.

On Wednesday night, they pick me up from outside my flat as they always do. Ezekiel drives us to the new restaurant, where I have made a reservation for the three of us.

All of us like Indian food, so we order a lot. We eat every single morsal on the table, clutching our stomachs when we’re done.

“I think it’s safe to say that was a success,” Emmanuel comments, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “We can add this place to our list of favourite restaurants.”

“That was so good,” I agree with him. “But I think I can’t move.”

Ezekiel smiles. “That’s alright, kitten, we’ll carry you to the car.”

My cheeks turn hot because I know that the both of them will really do that.

The twins stay on their best behaviour all night, even when they walk me to the front door of my building. I know that they’re going slow for me. Me hugging them last weekend was such a big deal because they’ve been respecting my space. I appreciate them for that, but I’m ready for more.

I try not to let myself be disappointed when they both hug me goodbye, without trying to kiss me. I want them to kiss me. I want to kiss them. God knows I’ve been thinking about it during their lectures.

I fish my electronic fob for the building door lock in my handbag. I find my phone first and the screen lights up. My heart stops as I see the five missed calls from my grandmother’s nursing home.

I freeze up and slowly pull the phone out properly. I feel like there’s a heavy weight on my chest as I unlock it and press on the missed call to phone them back. The twins pick up on my expression and tenseness.

“Kitten?” Emmanuel asks. “What’s wrong?”

I hold the phone to my ear, listening to it dial. I already know what they’re going to say before the call even connects.

“It’s my grandmother,” I whisper, knowing they’ll hear.

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