The impact of my words seemed to reverberate throughout the room, silencing any response from them. It was clear they weren't used to being spoken to in such a way, but if they wanted me as their mate, then that would need to change.I wasn't some doormat for them to walk all over. If they believed I was their mate—if they wanted to make me their mate—they would need to learn. My body tensed and I pulled the towel tighter around me, a reminder of why I deserved respect."You broke into my bedroom while I was bathing. You touched me without my permission. You destroyed my room!" I said through clenched teeth, gesturing to the surrounding chaos, my voice rising with every sentence. "You obviously want something, so let's hear it."They stared at me, momentarily speechless, before disbelief and irritation clouded their faces. Nicholas recovered first, his features icy. He stepped forward, towering over me. “You’re singing stupid songs? You’re bothering us,” he accused harshly. “We require
"Ah……!"I took a step back and fell on my ass. It was fleshy enough that I wouldn't be injured, but I still had tears in my eyes from the pain."Bastard...too bad!"I was so angry that I couldn't help but hammer the ground in a venting manner. As a result, my knuckles hit the cold ground, and I groaned in pain."Ouch..."I sniffed, and tears were just about to fall when I saw Cheney poking his head out of the car window with a look of excitement on his face.I immediately controlled myself and didn't allow myself to cry. "Hahaha..." Cheney laughed, then pulled his head back.I didn't get it, was I being funny?What annoying little men. “I don’t want to be their mate,” I thought, staring at the rear of their car as they pulled out of the driveway.After a few minutes, the taillights dwindled in the distance, and I was left alone with nothing but the sound of my own heart pounding. My backpack slumped off my shoulder and thudded against the pavement as my feet shuffled nervously.Of cours
I rolled onto my side and pulled the pillow over my head, but the walls were too thin to muffle the moans. Lucky for me the sounds on the right were echoed on the left."Oh, Cheney! Fuck me, please baby."I heard Cheney's voice, low and rumbling with want, followed by another plea for him to fuck her. It was echoed on the other side.I wanted to close my ears against it, to block out the sound of them together, but all I could do was lay there and feel a deep ache in my heart. Why was it even bothering me?“Oh, god—that feels amazing!” one of them shouted.My heart raced as I felt every thrust, every moan and sigh reverberating off the walls like a ghostly orchestra playing a symphony of sorrow and regret. An intimate duet sung in the dark, one I had no part in.One I wanted no part in.The green glow of the digital clock on my bedside table illuminated the bedroom—it was almost midnight. Hadn't they said the rule was no sound after eight?My knuckles turned white as I gripped the cool
The next morning, I was groggy and tired, having not gotten much sleep. I had tossed and turned, thinking about my future. How was I going to manage living with three men who despised me, and obviously had not respect or interest in me aside from taking away my innocence?I was wallowing in doubt and self-pity when I entered to dining room to have breakfast with Armand. “Good morning, Beryl. Did you sleep well?” he asked, not looking up from his plate.“Fine.” I lied to him, knowing he would smell it on me, but not caring. I couldn't believe that he lived with his sons and didn’t knows how awful they were. He paused, watching me for a moment. I sat down, and began eating. Bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit. Normally, I would be delighted to have such a delicious breakfast, but today, I couldn’t imagine anything changing my mood. Armand cleared his throat. ” I have something for you.” He watched my face. “I know you’ve had a lot taken away recently, and things have been hard on you.” He p
After the wreck, I had called Armand, who had told me not to bother calling the police. He said he would take care of the car when he had a chance to. I explained to him that it hadn’t been my fault, but he didn’t seem interested, and rushed me off the phone. I was late to class, but didn’t care. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. The mood I had started the day with was back, and desolation had taken over again. All throughout the day I heard the murmurs and felt the people in class and hallways watching me, talking behind my back. Bitch, slut, whore, look at her clothes, her hair is weird, she doesn’t belong here… All around me, the insults swirled. I even caught the teachers talking about me at one point, “Yeah, that’s Beryl. I heard Anna say that she had slept with the entire football team at her old school.”I heard it all, but I tried my best to not listen. I kept my head down and thought about my old home, the human world, and my mom and dad. I missed them more than ever tod
Trembling, I could feel their eyes on me. Watching me, waiting, judging and secretly laughing at me. I clenched my fists, willing myself not to cry. I would not cry in front of these people. I would never be able to live that down, they would never let me. I was already an outsider, showing them my emotions, that they had gotten to me, would only make that worse. Still in shock and completely embarrassed, I just wanted to just run away and hide, but knew they were waiting for my reaction to Nicholas’ taunt. I had to show them I wasn’t what they thought I was, that I wasn’t afraid of them. I had to prove to them that they couldn’t get under my skin that easily. Even through my frustration and humiliation, I could feel Wynter leaning in towards Nicholas, wanting to be closer to him, and began to lean towards him myself without realizing it. You’re ok Beryl, be brave. Just be brave. I repeated it
“Cheney, what are you doing?” The scantily dressed girl who had been hanging onto Cheney just moments before, stomped her foot, her hands on her hips. “You are not ditching me for this skank!”“Shut the hell up, and get out.” Cheney said over his shoulder, not looking at her. He stalked up to Nicholas, who still held me. Nicholas’ grip tightened on me, but he said nothing.“Your room or mine?” Cheney spoke to Nicholas, but his eyes roamed my body, a slight snarl touching his face when he took in Nicholas’ arms on me. Are they going to share me?My desire, and the wolf whispering inside me, were taking the place of any tiny bit of sanity I had in that moment. Yes, please, yes. Wynter was ready for whatever the brothers had in mind.“Mine.” Nicholas said through clenched teeth. I could feel the tension between them. They don’t want the other one to have me, so why aren’t they arguing over it? I thought this, and Wynter answered my question.They are both con
At the sight of Nicholas, Brian jumped up and moved away from me, knocking my drink over in the process.Why did he move away from me so quickly? I was baffled by Brian’s reaction. Does he not want Nicholas to see how he feel?“Get out.” Brian’s gruff tone shocked me and it took me a minute to realize he was talking to me. “W-what?” I asked, confused. “Get the fuck out.” He said louder, not looking at me.What is happening? Why is he doing this? I asked Wynter, trying to figure out what was going on, but she was just as confused as I was. He wants us, I can feel it. I’m not sure what is happening either.I stood, my knees shaking. I could feel the milk from the spilled glass running down my pajama pants. It was cold, but not as cold as I was feeling on the inside.The change in Brian had my head spinning, and I was hurting more than I expected. I walked towards to door, but Nicholas blocked my way.He grinned at us, menacingly, “Aw, does Brian have a cr