Mated to the Alpha triplets

Chapter 15. Whispers of desire

Olivia

I hesitated.

Logan stared at me with puppy dog eyes and I melted as he whispered, "Please stay with me, Olivia."

“You will be fine without me, Prince Logan. I have a lot of work waiting for me in the kitchen. We're currently short-staffed.” I replied.

“I need you to look after me, Olivia. This is the first time someone other than paid staff would look after me and be concerned whenever I’m sick.” He retorted quietly.

"But I'm also paid staff, I'm just a maid."

He shook his head gently, "You're more than that to me… to us, and you know it."

I hesitated before asking him to call Miss B and explain to her that I wouldn’t be coming back to the kitchen soon. He did so and asked me to sit beside him on the bed.

I placed my hand on his forehead and found out that he was burning. “Logan, you are running a fever,” I said with concern etched on my face.

“That’s why I asked you to stay with me, Olivia.” He said smiling even as he had pain etched on his face.

I ran to the bathroom to get a bowl of cold water and a clean towel. I came back to his side and placed the soaked towel on his forehead.

“This is probably a result of the excessive drinking I did yesterday. I’m not a heavy drinker and whenever I drink beyond my limits, I always fall sick.” He said softly.

“When you know this, why did you drink so much that you can’t handle it?” I asked him.

“I had to because of Helen. She was so happy about the completion of her training, and I didn't want to be a Debbie downer. She might have felt upset if I hadn't joined in the celebration." He replied gently.

I scoffed at the mention of Helen. I was beginning to get tired of hearing her name in every conversation I had with the triplets.

“Is that jealousy I see coming from you?” He asked, smiling.

“I’m not jealous,” I said angrily and tried to get off the bed.

He pulled me back down, nodding his head and smirking as if he could see through my lies. I watched him as he laid back down gently without a word. He looked like a gentle, perfect human being. I had always known him to be the calmest of the three and at that moment, he seemed perfectly content to just be with me with no distractions or any of the outside world pouring in. I stared at him unabashedly as he had his eyes closed,, I could see his features well, his black curly hair, his blue eyes that were now opened and staring at me in return, and his well-pointed nose and thin lips made me blush. The sweat on his face from the cold towel made his eyelashes stand out more, making him even more handsome than he was before. He looked like a demigod, staring at me with those hypnotizing eyes.

Oh my Gosh Olivia, did you just think of Logan as a demigod? Snap out of it girl!

“Are you blushing, Olivia?” He asked gently.

I looked away from him and replied, “No, of course not. It's hot in here, and I'm just feeling a little flushed.”

Desperate to change the subject, I checked his temperature again and found out that it seemed to be cooler than before. “Your fever hasn't broken, but you seem to be much better. I think I can get back to my work in the kitchen.” I said while standing up to take my leave.

“You can’t leave me now, I’m still sick. Remember if anything happens to me, you will be held accountable for it.”

I can’t believe he is threatening me even when he is sick. I should have known, their niceness never seems to last long

“You are basically an adult now, Prince Logan. Don’t be a crybaby.” I replied smiling.

“Before you leave, can you read me a book at least?”

“No, you can read some other time, but you need to get some rest for now. You need to sleep.” I replied to him.

He shook his head in disagreement and insisted that I read him a book. He looked at me pitifully and I eventually gave in. He directed me to his bookshelves behind his bed. It was covered with a big cloth and I marveled at the sight as I took off the cover. There were so many books that the bookshelf was beginning to sag under the weight of all those books. I flicked through the papers lying at the top of the shelf and saw that most seemed to have been penned by Logan.

“You write?” I asked him.

I couldn’t see his reaction because my back was facing him. I only heard him saying “Yes.” He sounded strained and his voice was gruff, but I was so focused on his words that I didn't pay attention to that.

I had only seen him a few times with books but I had no idea he was so into reading and writing. I looked around to search for the particular book he requested, and just then my eyes fell on a blue- coloured paper. It was wrapped neatly and placed separately on the shelf. I couldn’t take my eyes off it and hence I brought it out and unfolded it.

I was dumbfounded when I saw the content. It was a poem written by Logan about a young lady he is attracted to against his will.

In shadows deep, I hide my heart,

A secret love, torn right apart,

For she, a dream, I can't deny,

Yet fear the truth, must stay awry.

Her laughter, like a gentle breeze,

A symphony that seeks to please,

Her smile, a beacon in the night,

I long to hold her, oh so tight.

But I, a prisoner of my mind,

Must guard my heart, my feelings bind,

For though her beauty, like a flame,

I dare not speak her cherished name.

I watch her from a distant place,

Admire the grace in her embrace,

Yet in the silence, my heart aches,

A love denied, a heart that breaks.

With every stolen, longing glance,

I dare not hope for a chance,

To bridge the gap 'twixt her and I,

For fear of the truth, she would deny.

I fight these feelings, strong and true,

Suppress the love I have for you,

But in my dreams, you're always near,

A love unspoken, crystal clear.

My heart beats

And so it hurts

So here I stand, my heart concealed,

With love untold, a secret sealed,

I'll cherish you from far away,

And in my heart, you'll always stay.

Who is he talking about? Could it be Helen? Or is it me? This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

No Liv, you can’t think that way.

It is most likely Helen, I thought as my heart pinched. But why is he fighting his feelings for her? Is another one of the triplets in love with her?

The room felt charged with unspoken emotions as I stood there, holding Logan's poem in my hands. His words, filled with longing and restraint, echoed in my mind. My heart raced as I contemplated the possibility that he might be talking about me.

But no, it couldn't be. I couldn't allow myself to entertain such thoughts. After all, I was just the palace maid, and he was a prince. They might be my mates, but he and his brothers hated me. It had to be Helen, I reassured myself, even though I felt like dropping onto the floor and bursting into tears at the thought. The words he had written were so beautiful and my heart ached at the thought that they were for someone else, and not me.

Logan's voice broke through my reverie. "Olivia, did you find the book?"

I quickly folded the poem and placed it back where I had found it. "I'm sorry, I couldn't find the book you wanted," I replied, clearing my throat.

He seemed disappointed but nodded in understanding. "That's okay, Olivia. You can go back to your work if you want."

I took a deep breath and turned to leave the room, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. As I walked back to the kitchen, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had stumbled upon a secret, one that could change everything.

The day passed in a blur as I tried to focus on my tasks in the kitchen, but my mind kept drifting back to Logan's poem. I couldn't help but wonder if he truly had feelings for me, and if so, what that meant for me and the triplets.

As evening approached, I received a message from Miss B, asking me to return to the triplets' suite to check on Logan. I hurried back, my heart pounding with emotions I didn't want to face.