Rhea “Rhea, how are you feeling today?” Gerard asked as he waltzed into my room. Lionel stood next to him, looking at me with worried eyes. “I am fine. You don’t have to stay with me all the time,” I said in a cold tone, hoping they could feel the distance in my voice.“All right, we will leave you alone. Let us know if you need anything.” Lionel sighed and they exited the room. I felt relieved when the door was closed.It’s been a few days and I felt better after talking to Doctor Bauer. He told me to try to accept them as my mate and things might change, but it was harder than I thought. To be honest, I never saw the boys being so patient with me, but I kept expecting them to admit they were joking or knock me down, ask me to get up to do all kinds of work, or torture me with different creative ways.But none of that had happened in the past few days, and it really changed my impression of them. It was really nice having them wait on me hand and foot but it was a bit
RheaWhen I woke up the next morning, it felt like yesterday had been a dream. Did they really care about me? After everything they’d done? All that changed was the fact that I was their stupid mate. All of them. How could I be a mate to all of them? Could I really trust them, or would they betray me in the end like always?Hunger growled in my stomach. I was still recovering from being locked in a room for two days. I went down to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. Oatmeal sounded good. I hoped I would be in the kitchen alone as I made breakfast. I needed time to think.To my surprise, Ezekiel was in the kitchen already, making his own breakfast. He never did that. I was the one who always made breakfast for them. Strange. The room smelled like coffee, eggs, and Ezekiel. “Good morning, Rhea,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep. “Did . . . did you sleep well?”“I did,” I replied, pouring myself a cup of coffee. I’d never seen him anxious before. I also pr
GerardRhea’s room smelled like lavender, like her, and it filled me with an excitement I’d never known before. My fingers started buzzing from it. I wanted to drown in the smell. Her room looked wonderful, even if it was sparse. It looked like her, simple, peaceful. Her dresser was by her closet. Her vanity sat on the opposite wall from her bed.All that being said, her room was small—way too small for someone as wonderful as her. I turned to look at Dylan, wondering if he was thinking the same thing I was. He looked back at me, concern set in his brow. “You should move to a bigger room,” I said. Dylan nodded.Good. Glad we were on the same page.Rhea’s eyes widened in shock. Clearly, she’d never thought about moving to a bigger room. Was that because of how we’d treated her? Did she feel like she didn’t deserve it? I hoped not.“No,” Rhea said unconvincingly. “No, I . . . I like my room.”Her shoulders bunched up to her ears, so I knew she was lying. I looked at
RheaDylan looked mischievous as he pulled my underwear out of the drawer. He looked at it lustfully and showed it off to his brothers. Soon they had all but forgotten about moving me into a new room and were just playing around with my underwear.My cheeks go red. I thought I might die from embarrassment. They were all playing with them and sniffing them.“Stop it, you guys! Just give them back!” I started trying feebly to move after them, but they were so much taller and faster than I was.They started a playful game of keep away, which started off as fun and turned into a little bit of teasing each time. I got close to them and they would pull it away just in time that I would run up against them. They seemed to think my touch was delicious. I had to admit—at least to myself—that I enjoyed it too. Soon it was not only a game of keeping my underwear away, but seeing how much they could touch me while I tried to grab them.“Come on, Rhea, you can do it,” Ezekiel tea
RheaWhen I woke up, the brothers were in bed with me again. I smiled and blushed before getting up and getting dressed. “Good morning,” Zek muttered, lifting his head up a little. “I got you some new clothes. I filled up the closet with them already. I hope they are your style. If not, let me know and I’ll get new ones,” he whispered.I smiled at him and showed off the new leggings I was wearing that were from his pick. He smiled at me. I remembered when he had demanded that I take off all my clothes in front of him. That had been a terrible moment and he had made me feel so awful. But I supposed he remembered my clothing size and thought to get me new things. I knew they were all worried that I had almost nothing and not a lot of clothes. I thought it was sweet that he had gotten them for me and thought about me at all. All of the boys started getting up now. They gave me suggestive smiles and comments on how sexy I looked in my workout clothes. I blushed and felt a
RheaThe boys had never treated me better. They showered me with gifts and, oddly enough, money so I could go buy my own things. I was actually able to go on shopping sprees for myself. The twins especially seemed to want to spoil me. They rarely left my side. They gave me money whenever they had it. They gave me shoes, new clothes, new books, and more. It was wonderful.There was a hidden edge to it, though, at least in my head. They were giving me too much too fast. It felt like there was some sinister plot brewing in the background, waiting for the perfect moment to turn on me and make me the butt of the joke once again. I couldn’t sit and enjoy my newfound love and adoring mates because I was too busy waiting for the other shoe to drop. Not only that, but I couldn’t stop thinking about all the girls the twins had dated. All the girls must have been treated exactly like this. Jealousy stirred in my heart. I knew it was stupid—they were my mates, after all—but I couldn’t he
RheaI stood in the training room, bouncing on my feet and shaking out my wrists. My ponytail bounced as I did. I had asked the boys to help me with my training. Gerard, Dylan, and Lionel all warmed up around me, while Ezekiel stood straight-backed at the front, watching us.I stretched my arms, legs, and back. Some of the boys did push-ups and other simple exercises. I took after their example, doing a few jumping jacks, then getting on the floor to do push-ups. I just hoped none of them were looking up my shirt. After we were done warming up, Ezekiel paired us off for sparring.“Gerard, Dylan, you two pair up. Lionel, Rhea, you as well. You’ll be going first.”Gerard and Dylan seemed disappointed but paired up anyway. They stood off on the sidelines, ready to watch. I squared off with Lionel, holding up my fists. “Don’t go easy on me,” I taunted.Lionel scoffed. “Now, why would I do that?”“Go!” Ezekiel yelled, chopping the air with his arm to signal the start o
RheaI held my breath. After training with Ezekiel, I felt reasonably confident. But I did not want to fight Anastasia. Her eyes looked red and menacing. I knew she had been looking forward to a chance to fight me when no one would stop her. I was certain she would kill me if I left myself open. I wondered if the boys would intervene before it got to that point.I looked at Ezekiel and Lionel. Both of them looked at me confidently. They looked like they had no doubt I could win this fight. I tried not to let them know that I did not feel as confident.Anastasia smirked at me menacingly.“Are you ready?” she snarled. She sounded like she wanted to throw some other choice words in there, but changed her mind. I just knotted, not trusting my voice.As we started the fight, we danced around the mat waiting for the other person to strike first. It had been my experience that whoever struck first had the disadvantage. I watched Anastasia‘s footwork and tried to predict her mov