Lyla

Lyla POV:

Four Days To Lyla's Birthday

"L... L..." I heard a hushed whisper right next to me. In that moment, I couldn't be bothered. I was wrapped in a mental fog of utter bliss, reliving the electrifying encounter with the twins from last night. The way Cameron's muscular arms had held me captive, pinning me down, as Samuel devoured me—Goddess, every facet of them, from their lips to their touch, was sheer perfection. They were perfect.

"Lyla,"

The voice hissed again, poking me, but I swatted the hand away. My mood was unbreakable, sacred even. I had only four more days of this euphoria to soak up; after that, the future was an abyss of unknowns. Four days… The words from last night echoed back to me, 'Four more days, we want it to be special.' Could they be waiting for my eighteenth birthday to fully claim me?

My mind whirled at the thought. The academy was teeming with potential mates; what if I found mine here? If the twins and I crossed that final boundary on my birthday and my