A BIG FAMILY BREAKFAST

Third person.

Kayla was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling blankly and allowing the tears that poured out of her eyes to drop down her cheeks as it liked.

She was blank and unable to figure out what she was doing at the moment.

Her heart screamed for revenge, but another part of her heart wished to find warmth in the arms of her mates.

She tossed on her bed again, sighing deeply when she couldn’t stop the countless thoughts that swirled around her head.

Slowly, she allowed sleep to finally take a hold of her and her entire being.

The next morning, she woke up to the sound of soft knocks coming from the door. She squinted her eyes and sluggishly got out of bed, being careful to avoid hitting her legs on the couch that laid by the corner.

It was a servant, one who wore a very bright smile on his face. Kayla let out a small scoff after which she folded her hands to her chest and glared at him.

She recalled who he was vividly. Apart from the quad girlfriends, he was part of