Just reject me already! I braced myself as our eyes locked, his piercing green orbs penetrating mine. “I, Kai–" He didn't get to say more before Knox, the devil’s advocate, raised a hand. “Halt!”A cruel smirk spread across his face. “Rejection is too much mercy. I think she might just be useful.” *** It’s one thing to be an unattractive outcast, it’s another to be an unattractive outcast with a target on your back. Dala is all of the above. As a half-breed from a small pack, she will pay for her sin of being THE ERYMOR TRIPLET’s fated mate. Identical heirs to the throne, feared and revered by all, except Dala who barely acknowledges their existence. Like being sold as a maid into their household isn’t enough torture, she has to go to school with the same brothers hellbent on ruining her existence. Afterall, she’s nothing but filth to their reputations. She’s barely able to keep her pants on. Amidst hot secrets and blurring hate, the mysterious step-brother, Vander comes back into town to ruin everything. Is their bond strong enough for four? How well will Dala play their games while having a secret agenda of her own?
View MoreKAINancy finally peeled herself off me with a flirty little, “Don’t go too far,” before disappearing toward the restroom, blowing me a kiss I had already had enough of for one night.I exhaled hard, finally able to catch my breath and move a muscle without Nancy breathing down my neck or pressing her perfumed tits into my face.She was not exactly annoying. She was… fine, just little too everywhere all the time like glitter, and had worn enough perfume for all the ladies in here. I was debating whether I had time to ghost her before she came back when two very familiar faces cut through the blur of sequins and smoke. Knox didn’t believe me when I said Vander could have an angle with this Omega. He should totally see them now.The vision cleared out, and their full faces came into view. Dala, looking pale and spooked as she’d just been chased through a cemetery, locked eyes with me first. “Have you seen Arya?” she asked urgently.“Arya? What? Wait, Arya’s here?” I looked at Vander,
DALAThis wasn't a panicked grab of someone flailing for safety. Nope. This grip was confident and intentional. The kind of handhold that said, I knew exactly where you were, and I waited for the lights to go out just to be extra dramatic about it.I didn’t need to see his face or the lights because only one person would drag me into the shadows like this and act like it was perfectly normal—Knox.“You,” I said flatly, still half-blind as my heels skidded over the marble floor. “Do you ever enter a room like a normal person?”His voice burst into the dark. “You look…decent, Omega.” I blinked, still trying to adjust my vision. “Excuse me?”“You don’t look like a maid,” he added, as if that somehow clarified the compliment and not terrified me even more. My cheeks burned, and I looked away. Great. I’d officially reached the highest level of praise in Knox Erymor’s vocabulary. “Wow. My self-esteem just grew legs and ran straight into traffic,” I muttered.The lights hadn’t come back on
DALAThe guard raised a mask like it was some royal invitation, but I shook my head with the firmest “no thank you” I’d ever mustered.“Compulsory,” he grunted, like I’d just committed a federal crime.“I said no,” I repeated, firmer this time, heat already creeping up my neck. I didn’t care if it was compulsory. I wasn’t about to walk into a mystery party with my identity outed. Ayra stepped up before I could work myself into a full-blown argument. “If she doesn’t want it, then she doesn’t want it,” she snapped, standing in front of me.“She has to wear—”“She doesn’t have to do anything,” Arya snapped again, her thin voice edged with venom. “I suggest you figure out who I am before you lose your job over a stupid mask.”The guard blinked, his eyes locking onto hers, yet he zoned out. It was obvious that he was calculating, probably doing some mental search like is this the Lady Arya? The one married to the old Alpha?A few seconds passed, and his eyes widened a little with recognit
DALA Who knew bribery would bring out some decency in him? In no time did we settled in the car. Arya and I occupied the backseat. She wouldn’t stop humming a happy tune while anxiety gripped me like a vice, unwilling to let go. I had never been to a party like this one before. The school was barely welcoming, not to mention a party with little to no supervision. “Who’s genius idea was it to sneak out?” Vander asked, igniting the engine. The promise of that bike really did make him chatty. I wasn’t being judgmental— or maybe I was, but his sudden interest in whatever this was was questionable. “Joint effort,” Arya responded, flashing me a mischievous smile that my lips was too stiff to respond. She looked and acted more childlike today, and I liked it for her. Through the rearview mirror, Vander met my eyes, and my stomach jerked before I could tear my gaze away from his. The corner of his lips lifted slightly. Perhaps I had seen wrong. “I want nothing to do with this
DALAI did not see myself in a high-end boutique with Lady Arya, flipping through racks of dresses that probably cost more than my entire life savings. Yet here we were. The smell of expensive perfume clung so tightly that I choked. My mind reeled whenever I saw a price tag, but Lady Arya reacted utterly differently.She was in her element, floating between sections, plucking designer gowns from hangers and draping them over her arm like they weighed nothing. The store attendants practically tripped over themselves, trying to please her. I, on the other hand, felt like a fish out of water. How could I even pick a thing here? “This one,” Lady Arya declared, grinning as she held up a floor-length emerald gown against me. “Or…no, maybe this one! Do you like it?” She swapped it out for a shimmery gold dress that looked like it belonged at a royal ball.We were NOT attending a royal ball. I arched my brow, perplexed. “You do realize I’m only going to a school party. Not the Oscars?”L
DALA My breath got caught in my throat as I stared at the mask like a knife was being launched at me. Taking that mask would put me in absolute trouble. I felt a pulse in my throat. They didn’t know, they were just guessing, right? “You really think that she could be Lunalust?” Amber joked, “Seriously?” I let out a fake laughter, sounding more like a hyena than hyenas themselves. “Then I guess she’s Beyonce,” I joked. Both of them exchanged curious glances. The blonde spoke first. “Oh, so you know…” “Of course we do! First, it’s absolutely ridiculous that you believe she is in this school because of what? A logo? That’s unreasonable, and I am not putting that contaminated mask on my face. Neither is she.” I gulped hard, nodding like a child getting defended by her mother. “Yeah, whatever.” They rolled their eyes, “Neither of you looks as hot as her anyways. We should have skipped you two.” “You now have the chance to do so,” Amber shot back. “Run along.” My lips
DALAMorning came rather too quickly, and I barely slept a wink, not with Arya’s outburst still playing repeatedly in my head. Regardless, I had no choice but to start my day, though wondering if she was still mad at me.There had to be a way I could make it up to her. My phone buzzed on the nightstand beside me, ringing while my aunt’s name was displayed as the caller. She was relentless with her calls, and I ignored every single one of them. I turned my phone off and pulled myself out of bed.Serving breakfast was my responsibility, as always. It didn’t feel like I was just Arya’s maid for some reason, but I didn’t mind. This family clothed and fed me, and I was suddenly in college. It was only normal for me to try to do right by them.The smell of eggs and toast filled the grand dining hall as I moved around, setting plates and pouring juice with the hopes of getting away before they arrived. Perhaps I was too slow. The family arrived individually, sitting at the long, ridiculousl
KNOXKai and I were sprawled out in my room doing important work.Important work had us glued to my laptop screen. LunaLust’s latest stream was playing, and neither of us had spoken in minutes—too busy watching and melting.Fuck. She was sexy. There was just something about her that reeled me in so deep I couldn’t care to detach.“Bro!” Kai muttered, “Why couldn’t the moon goddess give me a mate like that? What kind of injustice is this? She moves like water, fucking hell! Why is Kael missing this?”“He’s probably wanking to—”“You know he wouldn’t,” Kai intercepted, and it was true. Kael was decent—maybe too decent—for dirty things like that if I wasn’t forcing him into them.I hummed her background tune, my fingers tapping absently against the laptop’s trackpad as I replayed the last few seconds. “Dude, you’ve replayed that like ten times,” Kai complained, launching a pillow at me. I caught it before it hit my face and shoved it off. “Shut up.”I rewound, but this time, something c
VANDERI didn’t even know why I’d brought it up here— the cigarette packet flicking back and forth between my fingers. It wasn’t lit, not even opened, and I shouldn’t. I was trying to quit, after all.The rooftop was still enough to calm the storm in my head, though it was one step of self-control away from just lighting one up and being done with it. It wasn’t like I was addicted or anything, I could stop if I wanted to.The door behind me creaked open, but I didn’t turn as Kael’s steady footsteps resounded closer. “I thought you were trying to quit,” Kael’s voice cut through the silence.I exhaled slowly, pressing the packet between my thumb and forefinger. “I don’t have a reason to quit, like you.” Kael didn’t respond right away. We both knew what the silence meant. He stood next to me, gazing at the open, velvety sky. Kael had always been the only one to check in without pushing or prying.Seconds slipped by, time taking up space between us. “Thanks, man,” I mentioned, glancing
Don’t Trust Your Bitchy Aunt.”DALA“Hey, you!" I flinched at the loud thud of the door that followed. “Lunch is served, and my Mom wants you downstairs,” Isabella announced, leaning against the doorframe like she owned the place. Her phone was pressed to her ear, and her voice carried that lazy arrogance I’d come to always expect from her. I frowned, putting away the notepad balanced on my knees. “Lunch is served or I’m supposed to serve lunch?” Isabella just gave me a look— half disgust, half annoyance— before rolling her eyes. “It’s already on the table, dummy!” She turned on her heel, still chatting into the phone as she headed down the hallway. “Have you heard? The Erymor triplets are back from their tour. They’re even hotter now— yes, hotter! Like, how is that possible?” I stood, more confused than ever. Lunch was never “served” in this house by anyone except me. I was the one who cooked, plated, and cleaned up afterward. The idea that someone else had somehow prepared...
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