Mated to the Triplet Alphas-Chapter 59: Drunk

"Crap," I muttered, scrambling off Lucas as he pointed to our discarded clothes on the floor.

My head spun slightly as I stood, making me reach for the bedpost to steady myself. The warm buzz from the alcohol had morphed into something more intense. My limbs felt heavier than before, and the room tilted oddly when I moved too quickly.

"Hurry," Lucas whispered, tossing my bikini at me while he yanked on his shorts.

I fumbled with the strings of my top, my fingers suddenly clumsy. Lucas noticed my struggle and came over, deftly tying the straps.

"You okay?" he asked, brows furrowed.

"Just a little tipsy," I giggled, swaying into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face against his skin. "You smell so good."

He chuckled, helping me into my coverup. "And you’re definitely drunk."

Another round of knocking interrupted us.

"One second!" Lucas called out, making sure I was decent before opening the door.

Levi and Liam stood in the hallway, both wearing identical expressions of concern that quickly shifted to something else when they caught sight of us—and presumably smelled the obvious scent of sex hanging in the air.

"Well, well," Levi drawled, his eyes darting between us. "Seems like you two have been busy."

I giggled, leaning heavily against Lucas’s side. My body felt warm—too warm—and my thoughts were swimming in my head like fish in a bowl.

"We were looking everywhere for you," Liam said, his gaze fixed on me. "Hazel, you don’t look like yourself."

"I’m fine," I insisted, though my words came out slightly slurred. I rested my head on Lucas’s shoulder, suddenly needing the support. "Just having fun with my mate."

Levi’s eyes narrowed. "What happened to her?"

Lucas sighed. "I found her in one of the bathrooms. We came up here to talk, and things... escalated."

"She’s drunk," Levi stated flatly, disapproval evident in his voice. "And you had sex with her anyway?"

"Hey!" I protested, jabbing a finger in Levi’s direction but missing completely. "Don’t talk about me like I’m not here. And don’t blame Lucas. I wanted it."

I stepped closer to Levi, nearly stumbling. "Maybe you’re just jealous it wasn’t you?"

Levi’s cheeks flushed crimson, and I knew I’d hit the mark. The thought made me giggle again.

"That—No... That’s besides the point!" Levi feebly argued, causing me to chuckle harder.

The more I laughed, the redder the tips of his ears turned. I was starting to feel light and giddy. Levi was adorable.

"You’re cute," I said. I stumbled forward, wanting to place a hand on Levi’s chest only to miss. He reached his arms out and steadied me, causing me to grin. "I bet I feel much better than Melanie ever will."

"Melanie?" Levi asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. He looked at Lucas, who sighed in reply.

"Melanie and Kira tried to pick a fight with her in the bathroom earlier," Lucas said.

"Well," Levi said. "Shit."

My lips curled in annoyance when I heard Melanie and Kira’s name spilling from their lips, as though it was the sound of nails against a chalkboard. I pushed myself out of Levi’s arms.

"I think we should get her home," Liam suggested, reaching out to steady me as I swayed dangerously. "She’s too drunk."

"I’m not—" I started, then felt my stomach lurch. I pressed a hand to my mouth, swallowing hard against the sudden nausea. "Okay, maybe I am a little drunk."

"A little?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.

I tried to take another step but stumbled. All three brothers moved to catch me, their hands steadying me from different sides.

Liam’s expression turned serious. "How much did she drink, Lucas?"

Lucas frowned. "She didn’t take any new drinks by the time I found her, and she seemed fine before."

A wave of nausea rolled through me suddenly, making me slap a hand over my mouth. The triplets tensed, but I managed to swallow it back, grimacing at the taste.

"I’m fine," I insisted, though the room had started to spin more noticeably. "Just need to sit down for a sec."

Liam’s cool hand pressed against my forehead. "You’re burning up, Hazel."

I couldn’t hear him well. Their voices seemed to be blurring together in the background.

Instead, all I heard was a ringing in my ears. I scratched at my top. It felt like my skin was on fire.

"Her temperature’s rising," Levi replied, his hand on my neck while Liam’s hand pried my fingers away from the bikini strings I was trying to untie. "This isn’t normal."

"I still want to party," I insisted, though my body was sending serious distress signals. My skin felt feverish, and sweat beaded on my forehead. "I haven’t even seen Callum’s new mate yet!"

"You can meet her another time," Liam said gently.

"But—"

"Yep. We’re going home," Liam declared, his tone brooking no argument.

"But I don’t wanna..." I whined, even as my stomach churned unpleasantly.

Lucas wrapped an arm around my waist. "Come on, little mate. Let’s go."

The four of us made our way downstairs, with me sandwiched between the triplets. Every step made my head spin more, and my body temperature seemed to rise by the second. Why was it so hot?

As we reached the main floor, Sophia appeared in front of us, her red hair gleaming under the party lights.

"Where are you all going?" she asked, then focused on me. "Hazel? Are you okay?"

I tried to answer, but the room was spinning too fast. Lucas still had his arm around me, holding me upright.

"She’s had too much to drink," Lucas explained. "We’re taking her home."

Sophia frowned, studying my face. "She looks worse than just drunk. Are you sure she’s okay?"

"M’fine," I slurred, but even I could tell that wasn’t true. My skin burned, my vision blurred, and my stomach was performing somersaults.

"She was fine earlier," Levi said, concern deepening his voice. "But she seems to be getting worse by the minute."

"Maybe we should call Matilda," Liam suggested.

I opened my mouth to argue, but instead of words, a different sensation overwhelmed me. My stomach rebelled violently, and before I could even turn away, I vomited...

Directly onto Sophia’s dress.