Three Fated Hearts by LNC

“I’m not in the mood for one of her games. I spoke with her yesterday and I made things

perfectly clear. There is nothing left for me to do or say.” I make a move to continue

walking, but Adela gets in my path.

“That’s just it. She hasn’t been seen since after your talk yesterday. She has been in her

room since she got home. She won’t even let our dad in the room. You need to see if she’s

okay. She will answer you for sure.” Damn it, Aida. She could be in trouble; then again, she

could be playing a game right now. Aida will go to interesting lengths to get someone’s

attention or to get what she wants. Either way, I can’t fall prey to her and her schemes.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. One of you will have to figure out how to get to her. I’m done.”

“Are you serious?! You are the future Alpha of this pack, and this is your answer when one

of your pack members is in need? It doesn’t matter what you two were in the past. She

needs help, and you are turning her down?!” I have to admit Adela does make a

reasonable point, and I hate it. I am soon to be Alpha of this pack, and I’m meant to care

for all pack members no matter what. I shouldn’t hesitate to see about Aida and make

sure she’s alright. It’s just that a part of me feels like this is some trick, and seeing Aida

will be very bad. How do I do my duty as an Alpha yet still be safe and cautious?

“I’ll go,” Tia responds before I have a chance to. Landon and I both turn to look at her with

dumbfounded looks on our faces. Tia chuckles. “Don’t look at me like that. Aren’t I to be

the Luna of this pack? This is the type of things that a Luna would take care of, correct?” I

nod but am still amazed. Just 24 hours ago, Aida was trying to poach me from Tia, and if

she got hurt in the process, so be it. Now, here Tia is, trying to help her sister out of a

tough spot.

I turn to Adela expecting some type of pushback. That would solidify that this is all some

elaborate rouse. Much to my surprise, Adela doesn’t argue. You can tell she isn’t fond of

the idea, but she doesn’t argue with it either. “Fine, you can do what you want. I just need

my sister to be okay. I won’t go with you since you know where to go. I have other things

to take care of.” Adela walks off, not sparing us a second glance. I’m not sure if I should be

happy or suspicious.

“You know you don’t have to do this. I’m sure that your sister is okay.”

“I know I don’t, but at the same time I do. I have to be the Luna, and that includes

everyone that is a member of this pack. You and Landon, go ahead and get cleaned up. I

will be back in on time.” Tia kisses us on the cheek and heads off to her family home.

I don’t like this, Linc.

Neither do I, but who can argue with her logic?

I’m going to send a warrior with her and just have them stay far enough behind that she

doesn’t suspect anything. I nod in agreement. That isn’t a bad idea. Hopefully, things go

well for Tia, but she will have backup just in case.

~Tia~

Stupid, I know, but what was I supposed to do? Let Lincoln head over to Aida only to find

himself caught in a trap? Let Lincoln ignore Aida, and that is an argument that can be

made against him being an effective Alpha. The best thing to do is to go myself and see

what’s going on. Either Adela’s worries are valid, or she is playing us. I guess time will tell.

It takes me no time to get to the house from the packhouse. Since my dad is the head

warrior, we have always had the benefit of living pretty close to the Alpha family. Mom’s

status as a pack doctor doesn’t hurt, either. Speaking of which, I need to see mom. I

haven’t spoken to her since I’ve been back with everything that has gone on.

I stop at the front door to get my bearings and take a deep breath. I hope dad isn’t here

right now because I don’t have the energy for an ambush. I place my hand on the knob

and slowly turn, making sure to take the time to listen as I do. I hear nothing out of the

ordinary, so I push the door open and step into the house.

Closing the door behind me, I take a look at my surroundings. Nothing has really changed

in all of these years. The furniture and layout are still the same. There are family pictures

everywhere which mostly consist of the wonder twins. I may be in a picture here or there,

but that’s purely by accident. I head up the stairs wanting to get this over with quickly.

The first door to the left is Aida’s room. She and Adela have always had grand rooms with

bathrooms inside. I had to make the attic my room and use the guest bathroom

downstairs. Thankfully that one has a full shower and tub.

Yeah, my life kind of sucked, but I know some people had it worse, so why complain. I

notice Aida’s door is ajar, but I knock on the door anyway. I don’t want to be accused of

anything. I wait a bit for an answer to my knock, but none comes. I peep into the room,

using just one eye, but I don’t see Aida anywhere.

I slowly push the door open and take a few steps inside. That’s when I hear water falling

and notice a door closed with a light shining underneath the door. She must be in the

bathroom, and I take that as a good sign. If she has the strength to bathe herself, she may

not be in too deep of a funk. When I turn to exit the room, a few things catch my eye.

There are unframed pictures all over the walls. The pictures are of Lincoln. Every single

picture has Lincoln in it. Some have Aida with Lincoln, some have Lincoln and Landon with

Lincoln blown up, and yet some are just portraits of Lincoln. This is actually creepy, to be

honest. It is almost like a shrine to Lincoln.

Just as that thought enters my head, I notice a big frame on the wall next to me. It holds a

football jersey from the high school that we went to. I look a bit closer, and it’s the number

that Lincoln wore when he played on the team. Taped all around the jersey are pictures of

Lincoln in high school doing various things. A shiver runs down my back, and I’m creeped

out.

I take a small step toward her desk and notice a very recent picture of the twins and me.

How Aida found time to get this, I’ll never know. In the photo, my face is scratched out so

badly that there are holes in the picture. It seems that my sister has turned into a crazy

person, and that just isn’t healthy. I can hear the water start to ease up, the pressure not

as much as when I walked in. I hurry to the door and step out quickly. I leave the door as I

left it because I don’t want Aida to think anything.

I hurry down the stairs with my single intent to inform the twins of what I saw. My sister

has to be examined by a therapist at this point. Nothing I saw in that room is healthy by

any means. I run to the door, not looking in front of me. I make contact with a brick wall,

falling on my a*s. I look up, and my breath is caught in my throat.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?”