I was eager to open the package to know what was in it, but Mitch considered otherwise. He wanted the others to be with us to avoid any problems. As I sat opposite him, I kept on stealing glances at the box, trying to imagine what might be in it. My hungry, gluttonous mind thought it might be chocolates. Who knows? The killer has a crush on me and confessed this way. How else did he send something to me and ask me to enjoy it? It must be something edible. “Why do you seem excited to open the box?” Mitch questioned after I asked him to forget about the others and open the package so we could see what was in it. I lifted my shoulders in a shrug at the question, running my hand through my hair. I removed my hair from the ponytails a few minutes ago, choosing to let my hair cascade down my back. “I just want to know what's in there.” He nodded, turning to face his system once more, dismissing me. “Exercise a little patience, will you? The others will soon be here. We will check what'

I paced the floor, my mind over the place. I was trying to think of how to go about this without hurting anyone. The man said he would not meet me should I tell my mates about it. It means he would only show up when I meet him alone. Though that sounded like something I would do, I couldn't even fathom how pissed my mates would be should they learn I kept something like this from them. I doubt they will be happy, especially Mitch. He will have my head for hiding something like this from him. I sat back in my office chair — It's Mitch's, though — my gaze going towards the door. I knew it would only be a few minutes until they returned to their office, and I needed to think of how to go about this without making a mistake. I already made one by leaving the office to collect the package when Mitch asked me not to. I couldn't afford to piss them off more than I did. And going to meet the man without letting them know was something that would infuriate them more than anything else. I w

MR LOVER's POVI watched them leave, a small smile playing on my lips. They were like pawns in a chess game. If I wanted any of them gone, all it would take was just a snap of my fingers to get that done. It wouldn't even take that long. They were just vulnerable, out in the light. Sighing, I relaxed on the roof of the house, looking up at the sun. What do I want? I'd asked myself this countless times, but couldn't find an answer to that. First, I did it to get their attention, to rile them up, but then it turned to fun. I wished to play with my victims and toy with the hearts of the men I wanted. And now? I had somehow fallen for their mate. What the freaking hell's wrong with me? Why can't I just decide on something to fulfil it? Why must my emotions be all over the place? It was draining as fuck, acting like someone I wasn't, whenever I'm not acting as Mr Lover. Pfft. What a corny name. I just sent it on a whim, not thinking it through. It wasn't until the message got delive

“I doubt. Why are you suddenly acting like a baby?” Miles demanded in an annoying tone, looking fed up with our twin. “That's not —” “Mike is right,” I stated, pointing to the last line. Together, we all leaned down to read the content, choosing not to think of the last night I pointed to because it would make reading it all creepy as hell. Unknown: How are you guys enjoying the game? Do you think I'm creative because of that? Well, I know how good I am. You don't have to praise me. You left summer alone at home, didn't you? Aren't you worried I might sneak in and snatch her from you? Sleeping peacefully on the bed, she won't know what's happening until she's on my turf.P. SI wrote this with the blood of my recent victim. East of the pack, near the mall. Thank me later for the tip.“Fuck, Summer is in danger!” I gasped, reaching for my phone. “We need to go home!”My twins didn't ask questions because they knew the gravity of the message. For him to know she was sleeping, it cou

MILESIt happened so fast. Before we could arrive at her side, it had already fallen on her. I doubt we'd yelled as much as we did before when we saw her fall to the ground. With our hearts racing, we rushed over to her. Mitch was the first to reach. He carried her in his arms, and turned, rushing back to the car. We followed suit, forgetting what we were going to check. At that moment, the only important thing to us was getting our mate to the hospital. That was the only thing we could think of. I drove the car, while Mike and Mitch sat in the back with her. The fall must have stunned her because she was still unconscious. “She will be okay,” I heard Mitch mutter as he hugged her tight. “Nothing will happen to them. They will be alright,” he whispered, placing his right palm on her cheek as he rocked. “She will be okay.” We nodded, affirming his words. Our mate's a fighter. We all knew she would be okay. But that didn't stop the dread we felt as I drove to the hospital. Had this