E. 1

"Gabby and Liam Couteau, I would like to welcome your triplets into this world tonight on October 30 - Happy Halloween you two."

The nurse passes me two of the the three triplets, and the other one to Gabby. Unlike Greyson and Jules, they're all the same color.

"Happy Halloween to you too." I say, looking towards the door as I wondered when she'd get out. But I think she got the gesture, rushing out.

That's when I sat on the side of Gabby, as we examined our new flesh and blood in our hands. We looked at them, wondering how our blood can have no name, but still be so beautiful...?

"What do you want to name him?" She asks, and I look at the boy in my arms. When he opened his eyes, I saw soft, gentle gray eyes. The pupil dilating to the light in the room, my hand holding his head up. That's when I turned him towards Gabby, allowing him to see her first instead of me.

But when I looked, instead of him looking at her, his eyes stayed glued to me.

"Liam Jr." I say. A smile creeping to her lips as she nodded.

"I like it... Looks like he'll be very clingy with you when he's older, since he saw you first."

"That's fine..." I rest him on her lap with the others, making her sit up.

"I didn't realize it was so Halloween. I didn't know time could pass by so fast. And now I'm having our triplets... Gets me every time." Gabby yawns, looking at me with wonder." Where are the twins anyway?"

"With Dexter and Ernest. Jules was crying on about how you peed yourself and he thought you were dying. He's so cute." I remember dropping him off and his cute face chubby cheeks all pink and eyes crying huge droplets of tears. Greyson on the other hand, was calm about it and listened to what it really is.

"Well," Gabby ripped the IV's from her skin, throwing her legs over the side," I'm ready to trick or treat with them-."

"Wait! You know they aren't going to just let you off so easily. You just had triplets."

"I'm a werewolf. This," she pointed to her bl - area. Language...," can handle anything. If it took you then I can take pushing out three babies." I blushed at her words, appreciating the almost compliment.

"A human wouldn't be bragging about that." Gabby walked around the bed, weaving her arms around my waist as she looked up at me.

"That's the thing," I felt her claws scrape up my spine, giving me chills," I'm not a human."

"Thank goodness." I hold her face in my hands, our lips obviously finding ours.

It's inevitable, it's what Ernest and Dexter told me, we were probably going to have like ten kids. I don't know if it's because we suck at forgetting protection, or if it's because I don't like condoms, or if it's because she refuses birth control, or we just decide not to care even though we know the consequences...?

I think it's the third one... Oh who am I kidding it's the last one.

By the time we're thinking clearly she's pinned against the wall, the triplets crying as only one of them has a name. I drop her legs, fixing my suit.

"We need to control ourselves before I get pregnant again. I got pregnant in this hospital last time with these triplets. Control yourself...mister!" Gabby takes off the hospital gown, and I pass her some comfortable joggers and a shirt from the house.

"It's not me!! Stop being so darn sexy - I mean charming! Stop being so charming!" I replace the word I'd usually use with something good. It's not like they're paying attention, but still! You never know! Ever!!

The triplets were one boy and two girls. So the hard part for me is naming the two of them.

"I've decided on Marlie for the girl with the birth mark on her leg. And you can try naming her." Gabby did that on purpose. She knows I suck at naming girls.

But I do look at my daughter, seeing her brown eyes as she looks up at me.

"Alex." I say, and when I look to Gabby she looks disgusted." Fine, um... Gabrielle." Gabby smiled, and I rolled my eyes at the name similarities.

It was then that I got the three person stroller from the corner of the room I bought for the triplets, rolling it over. Gabby put them in one by one, wrapping them up in the blacker to make them feel like they were still in the womb - at least I think that's how it works...

As we exit I see body guards outside the door, where Dexter and Ernest are with the twins.

"Daddy!!" They scream, Ernest joining in as he rushed to me as well. But I pushed him away, picking up Jules and Greyson.

"Hey you two! Did you both miss us?"

"Yes!! Where are they!?!?" I turned towards the stroller, bending over a little to let them look at them.

Jules reaches forward a little, brushing his hand across Marlie's face.

"Her skin is soft." He starts touching all their skin, but when I look to Greyson he has the funniest expression on his face I accidentally snort.

"Greyson what's wrong? These are you're younger siblings."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Why are they all so ugly?" Laughs erupt all around as I am laughing too, wanting to hold my sides so badly because they started hurting.

"Come on! You looked like that when you were born. And look at you now! You just have to let it set in, takes time until they start looking like humans instead of like aliens." Once I realized what I said, I glance towards Gabby, annoyance present.

Did I just insult my own children?

"I didn't look like that when I was born. She's the ugliest." He pointed to Gabrielle, and that's when I just had to run away, trying not to let Gabby see my face. I wanted to laugh, so badly right now.

The fact that we are all standing in this hallway, Werewolves and all, and no one seems to care and nothing is trying to hunt or kill us... It's a blessing in a disguise. I'm happy that now my family doesn't have to kill Werewolves and such, but still, now that I have kids... Things change for me.

I see things in a new light. I want to protect the, as much as possible. And I'm not there all the time. I have a different job then before, as when I had time on my hands since I left my father. But now that he's dead my family kind of just went their separate ways.

None of us communicate- no, I should say I don't communicate with my family. After everything they've done to me and the things they let my Father do without sticking up for me. Their pride and ego is a main benefactor in why we don't talk. They don't know how to say sorry.

I apologized to everyone on the day my father was killed, and I was honest and sincere about it. I meant every word. And because of that, I unlocked the True Alpha within me. I guess you can say, I have more power of Dexter and Ernest. Ha!!

"Where's Renee?" I ask them, seeing she's nowhere in sight.

"She wasn't feeling well, but she did say congratulations." Dexter said, and I nodded as I put the twins down.

"Well, ready to go home?" I ask Gabby, and she nods as we start heading out. In doing so we go on a elevator, but I look around, not seeing Jules or Greyson." Wait." The elevator doors start closing and I can see down the hall the two of them running towards the elevator.

But when I see Jules trip on the ground and another guy - father I'm guessing - pick him up, I'm praying the doors open as I stomp over.

"Are you okay?" I hear him ask Jules, and Jules has a wild look on his face like he saw someone run over a dog or something.

"Hey, he's mine. So is he." The man looks at me, and I soon see it's-" Aaron?" I didn't expect to see my older brother here. I haven't seen him in almost two in a half years. He looks different, that's for sure.

We still lookalike, but he has tanner skin and shorter hair.

"I heard you were having triplets today. I was hoping to...show some brotherly love." I sneered, grabbing Jules away from him, feeling Jules shaking with fear. I pick up Greyson, feeling my werewolf side coming on.

He's not here to see the triplets. He's up to something. I haven't seen them for so long and for them to suddenly pop up... that's furking suspicious.

"Oh don't look at me like that. I'm your older brother, at least let me hug my nephews-."

"Never." I growl, stepping back as I have a feeling Gabby and the triplets are safely in the car." Why are you here?"

"Like I said, to see my-."

"Cut the sugar honey ice tea here and spill. You're not here for that. If you were you would've come to see my firsts born." Aaron chuckles, mocking me as he steps closer, pulling on one of Greyson's curls.

"Sugar. Honey. Ice. Tea? Your kids are really influencing your language huh? I remember, you used to be the best sailor. I guess you retired?"

I want to grab his wrist and crush it from touching my kids, but I'm holding them and can only pull back.

"Don't be afraid to swat his hands away if you're uncomfortable. And read his mind to see what's he's thinking. Squeeze my arm if you understand." The special thing about these two being hybrids is that they can read minds. When I feel their tiny fingers squeeze my arm I can't help but smiling.

"Whatcha smilin for?"

"Nothing. I just...nothing."

Aaron nods, rubbing the back of his neck.

"So...can we talk?"

"Why on earth would I want to talk to you?"

"Because. I'm kind of by myself and none of my siblings really talk to me. You have the younger ones, despite me being older, and I'm depressed. Just...just wanted to see a familiar face." I look to the twins, seeing them nod. He's being honest...?

"Why of all times though? How did you know I'd be here?"

"Ian. I asked him, and he told me that this was the only time he'd respond. And he said this hospital. Even he hates me so much he didn't even say I love you."

"I wonder why." Aaron sighs, and I can tell he's in a hard place. He's dressed nice and sill has the money, but I think it's people wise." Would you like to come stay with me?"

What just came out my mouth?

"Are..are you serious?" I don't know if it's because I want to go home or if I really feel bad for him. He kind of reminds me of the time I was in this predicament. Wanting my families love, and I suddenly remember when I was younger he'd always almost...bully me.

For instance:

11 yrs old

"I heard everything." I look to see Aaron, my older brother, who's fifteen, right by the door.

I just had a major scolding from Father because I said I wanted love from my family and that I didn't want to kill Werewolves.

"It's unfair... Right?" He crouched in front of me, and I nodded, rubbing the finger marks on my neck. Aaron saw, moving my hand forcefully as he pressed onto it, making me yelp a little." Pathetic. This," his own hand went around my neck as he squeezed, the pain coming back," this is nothing. When we get older, it'll only get worse." He removed his hand, making me cough for some air.

My breathing was almost raspy, my throat hurting when I swallowed.

"Would you like me to say I love you?"

I tried smiling at that, but it hurt to much to do so.

Instead, he started laughing. I don't get it, but I just laughed along. But he stood, shoving me into the doorknob. Making it hit my side.

"Don't laugh with me. Don't you see I'm laughing at you?"

I don't get it. Why does everyone hate me because I don't want to kill Werewolves? Aaron used to be so nice... Used to stick up for me, until Father started taking him to the conventions. I've heard Father say he loves Aaron and Chienne...what about me?

"If you want Father to 'love' you, stop being such a disappointment of a son and brother. Stop being a pussy." Aaron smirked, and I held my side as the pain was subsiding in my neck and side.

He opened the door to Fathers office, walking in. Before the door closed I heard something come from Aaron's mouth.

"Why not just kill him, he won't get anywhere in this family." Aaron said.

"That's what I've been thinking." I hear my Father respond.

Suddenly, my heart didn't hurt anymore. It hardened, and for the first time, I walked away.

14 yrs old

"I'm so proud of you." I look to Aaron, eighteen now and patting my shoulder.

I nod, throwing a dagger at the target. Bullseye.

"You've become so good. Better than me good. Want a hug from your older bro?"

"No, that won't be necessary." I say, brushing beside him as I grab a knife that has ridged ends.

"Oh come on." From the side of my eye I see Father walk in as he examines us

training." Ooh, I have an idea." Aaron grabs a blade-like knife, pushing me onto the mat. Now all eyes are on us.

"Lets practice. You and me." He's doing this because of Father. He loves attention and so far the attention has been on me, not that I want it.

I stand still, as he gets in his stance. Then when he comes forward I dodge it, grabbing his wrist as I turn it to his back, pulling my knife to his neck.

"I won." I whisper in his ear. He's to obvious. When I let him go I don't expect him to do a sweep kick. I have been practicing that and haven't gotten any better.

He climbs on top of me, the knife inches from my eye.

"I won."  I shake my head, poking the knife at his stomach.

"It's a tie..."

"Amazing! Liam!" Aaron gets off me, and I get up myself." I love how you made it tied. Winning in the beginning, but somehow tied last. Making it draw on. That's how a man does it."

I nod, not wanting to hear his compliments. They meant nothing to me like they used to.

But when I turn around I find myself falling to the ground. My nose stings, and feel something dripping out. I cup it, breathing out my mouth as I see Aaron with my blood on his fist.

"You broke...you broke my nose!" I cry, seeing him roll his eyes. I look to Father for support, but he just looks to Aaron.

"Come on Aaron, I get it, you're just stressed right? Wanna go ask mom for something to eat?" They walked out, while I winced on the ground. Chienne walked around me, and soon enough everyone left me there.

My nose hurt so bad. And I don't know how to fix a nose or however it...it...it fucking works! That's the first time I ever cussed...and it felt...felt fucking good!

I just laid there, holding my nose on the mat as the sound of the clock ticking echoed around.

"God help me..." I whisper. Wanting tears to come...but...nothing...

Present

"Actually," I smirk, stepping back as he starts following,"yeah, I'm serious. Come on, big bro."

Me remembering what he did only makes me blister with anger...fury almost.

Me taking him home with me...that's not out of love...it's out of revenge...

You made my nose drip blood, now I'm out for blood.

"Thanks Liam. I know you and I don't have the best relationship, and I'm sorry about that. I'm happy at least someone wants to fix things."

"Yep." I didn't hear anything he said except my name, I wonder what he said. But my ears were closed off. I need to think...what's the best revenge...?

"Liam?"

"Yes?"

"I am sorry about the past... Can we start over?"

"Sure." Like I said. I heard nothing of what he said. All I hear is mumbling.