chapter 12

Dylan's pov.

My eyes were fixed on the ticking hands of the wall clock in the shared dormitory with my brothers.

It's the best, doesn't and biggest form in Preston academy. Specially structured for the alpha triplets.

“Is Violet still coming, she better not be late.” Derek busied himself with hanging a laundry basket by the door.

Who still sets sill traps like this?.

“She better arrive on time, we saved her ass.” Damian threw a tennis ball to the wall.

He has been doing that for the last hour.

Violet has always piqued my interest, it only intensified after that blast.

What I failed to mention today is was, I also saw the red thread that wove around our hands.

Maybe Derek didn't, since he didn't mention it, he would have as the most outspoken of us three.

Damian hadn't deciphered that she's our mate, which means only I am aware of it.

Three knocks on the door and we knew it was Violet, it was the same Knock code she used to sneak us treats when dad grounds us and we stay locked up in the room for days.

“Ready.” Derek motioned to us to be quiet.

The door swung open and the pile of clothes dropped on Violet.

Her body shimmered in anger as she removed them from her covered face in disgust.

“Get to washing, maid.” Damian dumped more dirty clothes over her head.

She stepped in the clothes and entered the middle of the dorm parlour.

“I came here because you asked me to, if I had known that you want to pull some childish pranks, I would have stayed in my room.” She fumed.

I took in her delicate features, she wasn't bad at all. 

Just not the kind of girl I'd want as a mate. I can handle her being slender, but I prefer my females to have some nice boobs on them.

Violet was always shielding hers with her hands despite being perky. She's so conscious of her body.

Always preventing me from having a clearer view.

“That's no way to speak to people that saved you now, you should be showing us gratitude.” I pointed out.

She folded her arms under her small boobs so that it was raised.

“By gratitude you mean getting to do your laundry in school, ohh you make me laugh.”

Damian threw the tennis ball on her head with so much glee.

“You are our maid, it's your duty to do our laundry, now that you are here.”

“Not when you have people that run the services here. I won't.” She retorted.

My brothers and I exchanged knowing looks. We knew she'd say so.

“Then we relinquish our protective rights from you.” Derek crossed his legs ashe sat down.

The three of us were seated now, facing her.

“Just one time you boys help me fight off a bully and you already feel entitled. Just, wow.” She exclaimed.

“It's not an offer , maid. It's your job. You don't get to say yes or no. You only obey.” I raised a brow to prove my point.

Violet stood without giving her usual scathing comeback.

“Fine,” she grumbled and stared packing the clothes from the ground together.

Derek kicked the centre table so it toppled, all the drinks spilled creating a messy colour of liquid.

It wasn't just the clothes she'd be worried about, she lived with us long enough to know.

“How do I cater your needs and attend class at the same time?.” She complained.

No one answered her, 

Derek and Damian announced that they were going out.

“Are you coming, Dylan?” They asked me.

“No, I want to make sure she gets everything right this first time.”

When my brothers left, Violet cleaned the table. All the clothes were heaped in a spot for her to carry.

“Before you leave.” I stopped her.

“My room needs some cleaning.”