LEARNING THE RULES

Due to the excess pressure he exerted on his knuckles, they couldn't help but turn pale. There he stood with gritted fangs, balled fists and a furious expression lingering on his face. 

He visibly fumed in unhidden rage as he eyes kept gawking at the stairs. Initially, he wanted to chase after them, but canceled the idea. 

“That fucking bastard! The fuck does he think he is?” Jayden growled angrily, yet no one tried to pacify him. Hayden was the first to arise from his seat – clearly, he's exhausted from the day's events and wishes to retire to bed. 

Wordlessly, he began walking off without bothering to even bid his father goodnight; Axel wasn't surprised at all – his relationship with his very own son is pitiful. 

Likewise, Sidney arose from his seat then strolled to Jayden. He stood beside him before speaking. 

“I don't give fucks about that rag doll, but trust me, I'll kill her if she tries to cross paths with me” his tone was laced with utmost seriousness. Without waiting for a response, he headed for his room. Wesley, however, smirked cheerily while he arose and went to Jayden. 

He placed his left hand on Jayden, yet his cheesy smirk persisted. “Take a chill pill, bro. You seriously ain't going to lose your temper over a piece of crap like that, huh?” he questioned with furrowed eyes. 

“Fuck!” Jayden smacked Wesley's hand from his shoulder. “Why in hell's name is he paying attention to her? She's supposed to be a slave, right, yet he took her into his room! How shameless” he trawled aggressively only to get responded with hearty laughter from Wesley. 

“I can't believe you're the one speaking, Jayden. She's now our general slave, okay? And you're the most shameless among us. Don't speak righteously” Wesley called. He gave Jayden one last pat on the shoulder and went away. 

Axel had already left noiselessly, leaving Jayden to bask in rage. He eventually went to his room, but couldn't stop thinking about Jayson. 

“I freaking loathe him! He can't speak, but will take advantage of my idea. Gosh!” he huffed, barging into his room. 

Apparently, Jayden had someone waiting for him. She sat comfortably on the bed with her lipstick covered lips pursed in a wide grin. 

Jayden grinned sweetly as his eyes fell on her slutty figure. “My beloved Moon. Come to welcome me?” he beamed, his eyes glistening with lust. 

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The penetrative rays of sunlight continuously kissed her face severally. A groan elicited her lips while forcing her eyelashes open. She batted them repeatedly and rapidly as she tried to adjust to the rays of light. 

Subsequently, she sat upright on the bed, but almost immediately a surge of pain ran through her spine. “Ah!” Kiera grunted painfully due to how much her back stung persistently. Her hands were unknowingly gripping the lemon green sheet as she waited for the pains to die down. 

She remained motionless for a while and, in that position, the door creaked open. A maid holding onto a tray surfaced, but when her gaze fell on Kiera, she gasped inaudibly. 

Seconds passed by with the maid gaping helplessly shocked at Kiera; who is she? And what is she doing in Alpha Jayson's bed?

Those questions ran recklessly through her head, and she remained petrified for a while. Kiera likewise stared at the maid, without anyone trying to break their gaze. 

Fortunately, another door within the room cracked opened, and subsequent footsteps were heard. The maid snapped out of her thoughts, rushing hurriedly to serve the meal. 

As she did, Kiera kept her gaze strictly at her until she placed the tray on the table a distance away from the bed. She made to leave, then again Kiera called her back. 

“Uh…excuse me miss but…where am I?” Kiera questioned softly. A gaze was sent her way, but never a response; the maid bolted out. 

Kiera entirely became aware of her surroundings – undoubtedly, this wasn't the shabby shithole she called a room back in the woods – No!

The room could be singularly described as magnificent – overly spacious, expensively luxurious, with the sweet scent of rosemary lingering in the air. The owner seemed to adore the color lemon green since the wallpaper, bedsheets, wardrobes, and even tiles were green. 

Now she wondered who's room she might be in. Previously, she wasn't able to fully look at the Alpha quintuplets – all she can say currently is they are nowhere close to being identical. One had this disgusted countenance – another seemed perverted – pitiful – nonchalant and….. Unreadable. 

She can't certainly say who might have brought her into his room, since she passed out after being branded. Kiera concluded her back must be aching due to yesterday's branding…but isn't the pain supposed to be more excruciating?

While engrossed in her thoughts, light footsteps were heard, followed by a gush of rosemary filling her nostrils. Kiera turned to gape at one of the Alphas. 

He had a sweet smile plastered on his face with those silky jet black hair scattered all over his face. Judging from the repeated drops of water, she knew he's just coming out of the bath. 

“Good morning” his voice sent slight goosebumps all over her skin. She found it hard to reply. Isn't…he supposed to be treating her harshly?

For someone who supported her branding, he ought to hate her…right? Then again, what's with the cool atmosphere?

Jayson's smile died down a little; he's not shocked she's acting so quiet – she's passing through a lot. 

So, he sighed, considering ways into getting her more comfortable. “Uhm…. Kiera right? How's your back faring? The doctor said it'll heal pretty soon. Is it still hurting?” his questions got her staring blankly at him. 

“H…huh?” she stuttered, oblivious of what he's sprouting. Jayson smiled more broadly before narrating all that transpired. 

After he conveyed her into his room, a doctor was called to treat her. By the time Jayson was done speaking, Kiera realized she's in a thoroughly different clothing. 

She sat at the edge of the bed, then stared at the large t-shirt and shorts she's wearing. Discreetly, she dipped her hand into the t-shirt before caressing a bandage that's wrapped around her chest. 

How the fuck didn't she notice all these up to now?!

Jayson laughed as her cheeks turned bright pink – she's unconsciously blushing. Thereafter, he encouraged her to have breakfast with him. 

She felt reluctant about the whole thing, and when she attempted to answer, a knock resounded on the door. Jayson turned swiftly to it. 

“Yeah? Who is it?” he asked gently, and unknown to him, she's ogling. She can tell he's quite different from his brothers – he's way kinder and more open-minded. 

“Open the darn door!” someone snapped from outside. Jayson gulped down nothingness and went to open the door, revealing Wesley. 

Expectantly, he's frowning with his eyes narrowed, nastily glaring at Kiera. “Wesley you're…”

“What the fuck is she still doing here? And hell naw! She's putting on your clothes? Fuck it Jayson! What part of she's a slave don't you freaking get?” he bellowed intensively at Jayson, who simply gaped silently at Wesley. 

He averted his gaze towards Kiera who's still seated, clearly frightened, on the bed. His frown only deepened, seeing her seated comfortably on an Alpha's bed. 

“Would you get your effing ass up!” he thundered at her. Wesley Jayson tried to caution but was totally ignored. 

Kiera did as instructed. Wesley's glare told her clearly to leave. She scurried, afraid to leave the room with Wesley's hateful gaze boring holes into her back. 

“Seriously, the fuck's your problem?” Jayson snarled, obviously displeased by Wesley's unwholesome attitude. 

“Oh?” Wesley stepped closer, staring directly at Jayson. 

“I'm trying to teach that whore the rules, pretty boy! She's a slave, don't think she's your; she belongs to every one of us. We have all the right to treat her as we want. Get that?