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 MoreVANDERI 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
DALAThe rain sure had comedic timing, calling a ceasefire as soon as it was time to go. I stepped outside the diner, and there was a limousine. An actual black, stretch, windows-too-dark-to-see-anything-inside limousine— same as this morning. My brain screeched to a halt, my mind on autopilot as I gawked hard, blinking again before turning on my heels to Knox, who had a perfectly crafted smile gracing his face.“Really? What’s this?” Knox stood beside it, casually tucking his hands in his pockets, like this wasn’t the most obnoxious display of wealth I’d seen up close, probably second to them having a whole private classroom. His thin, red…luscious lips (if you were me, you’d stare too. He’s stupidly attractive) curled into an infuriatingly smug smile. “Your chariot, obviously.”“You brought a whole limo?” I gestured at it like I needed someone else to confirm I wasn’t hallucinating. “For what? To pick up little ol’ me?”Kai, who stood by the door, snorted, barely looking up from
VANDERIt had been a long time since I’d been behind the wheel, and damn, had I missed it. This…was where I could be myself, not within the stifling walls of that house.The moment my foot hit the gas, I felt that familiar high. The world blurred past in streaks of green, and the hum of the engine sent a thrill straight through me. This was the kind of thing that made me feel alive. No pretense, no fake smiles, no expectations. Just the open road, the car, and my hands wrapped around the wheel like I owned the world. Except. I didn’t own the world. I owned nothing.In the passenger seat, Dala was clutching her seatbelt like it was a damn rosary, looking at me like I was about to drive us straight into a ditch.“Vander!” she yelped, her voice pitching as I swerved past a slow-moving truck with barely a foot of space between us. “I’d really, really appreciate it if you didn’t have us scraped off the pavement today.”I smirked, not slowing in the slightest. “Where’s the fun in that?”“T
DALA The lecture was torture. And not the ‘Ugh, I hate this subject’ kind. No, no. This was the ‘Why am I here? Who did I offend in my past life?’ type of suffering. Professor Xavier—because apparently, that was his actual title—stood at the front of the room, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here, which was ironic considering I was thinking the same thing. He went on and on, his deep voice droning over topics I wasn’t even sure existed before today. If I wasn’t trying so hard not to attract attention, I would’ve laid my head on my desk and accepted my fate. There were only a few students, which made it worse. There was no place to hide. Every time Xavier’s sharp gaze swept over the room, I felt like a criminal under trial. Then, as if the universe hadn’t done enough, he said the words that made my stomach drop. “You will each meet me in my office before the week runs out to get my signature on your enrollment file. No exceptions.” Oh. Great. The only thing worse th
DALA “Watch where you are going.” I barely had time to process the impact before I stumbled back, nearly losing my balance. I had straight walked into a firm, broad chest of a young man. Fear grazed my spine. One would think this was a meet-cute until I blinked up, and my stomach instantly twisted into knots. A pair of sharp brown eyes burned down at me, filled with the kind of disgust that made my blood pressure skyrocket. The arrogantly good-looking dude ogled me as I had just crawled out of the sewer and flung myself at him. His chiselled jaw tightened, contorting his expression into pure coldness and scorn. Just a minute now, and I might just sink into the ground. This person was barely restraining himself from shoving me into another dimension. “Are you blind?” he asked, his deep voice cutting through my last thread of patience. My cheeks heated up, and I was stuck between yelling and apologizing. It was true that I bumped into him, but why was he being so goddamn ru
DALA“What?” I was beyond shocked, my jaw slacked. That wasn’t a question— it was a straight up accusation. “What did you just say to me?”He snickered, still looking at me without a single readable emotion on his face. The judgment in his tone wasn’t obvious in his expression at all. Then simply, Vander turned, fixing his airpods back like he hadn’t just insulted my entire existence. Why was I offended, though? He wasn’t far from the truth, but hearing him utter it felt like a slap.Without thinking, I yanked the airpod out of his right ear. “What did you just say to me?” I quizzed, anger lacing my words.I just wanted to know if he’d seen something or if Knox had said something inappropriate about me. My pride was hanging in the balance. Vander’s gaze hardened, wandering between my face and his airpod within my fingertips.He let out a deep, frustrated sigh. “Don’t piss me off,” he growled lowly. “Why has the question gotten you so worked up if it's false?”“Are you fucking kidding
DALAAs if existing wasn’t hard enough, I had to go to school. Today. “Wow! You really are nailing this student look!” Arya commented as I stepped into her room in my uniform.It looked prettier than I thought. The white shirt fit me like a glove, with a pleated skirt and vest of the same dark green shade— the same colour as the pack’s logo. Though I loved it, it didn’t make sense for a college to have uniforms.Lochavia was just too extra. Every single thing about this place felt over the top.Offering a small smile, I carefully placed a tray of fruit salad on the small wooden table next to her bed.Her hair still looked rough and tangled from sleeping well—at least someone slept well. For some reason, Arya wouldn’t take her eyes off me, which only heightened my anxiety.Internally, I already had much to say about my appearance, so her unblinking eyes weren’t making it easy. “Did you sleep well?” I asked, momentarily drifting my gaze to her bulging stomach that jutted from the blank
DALAI should have kept my mouth shut because Knox now stared at me like he’d seen a ghost, eyes darting uncontrollably.Did I do something wrong? The ache between my thighs wasn’t going away, and I was more than ready to risk it all. I needed him right now, bad. But Knox withdrew from me, though I couldn’t read his expression.That rush and hunger were no longer visible in him; rather, he looked retired, a hint of boredom now clouding his expression.I knew I should have shut the hell up. I sat up, my eyes beholding him as my breath quickened. “What?”He tucked his cock back into his pants, the print still very much obvious. It was almost impossible to tear my eyes away. What the hell was going on?“What happened?” I asked again, impatience sliding into my tone as I waddled to the edge of the bed.“Put on your clothes and get out, Omega,” Knox instructed without breaking a sweat. His words felt like a slap across my face.My expression contorted into a frown, I stood up, bordering be
KNOX“Looks like you’re healing nicely,” Kael called out from behind me. Of course, I was healing nicely— one of the perks of being an Alpha. Our healing speed couldn’t be contended with. Still, I had no idea why he’d come all the way to the rooftop. I didn’t need company.With the same level of sass he’d spoken with, I responded, “Aren’t you the nice chauffeur? The mate bond must have you on hooks.”Being on the roof meant the horrible him coming in with the Omega, offering to help her carry all that stuff like a damn fool was perfectly displayed before my face.The girl was becoming a magnet, and this only increased my urge to ridicule her. Couldn’t they see right through her? “It costs nothing to be kind, Knox.” Without another word, Kael settled on the pink plastic chair. A brief moment of silence followed, but I could feel it coming.I knew my brother so well that his thoughts weren’t alien to me. Through the telepathy link, his voice resounded in my head, heavy, ‘You didn’t
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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