TRIPLE BONDED TO THE BETROTHED VOSS TRIPLETS

Wren’s POVThe full moon was doing its thing outside and I was doing mine in here. I couldn’t care less. The whole school was screaming and laughing on the main field. This damn compulsory full moon party every month! I hated it. Tell me about “ fostering relationship between IronPeak pack and LakeDale pack, and encouraging mate bonding,” rubbish I had been in here for four hours organising shin guards by size and I had zero regrets about missing it. I’ve never dreamed of a mate and I hope I don’t get one, everThe equipment room was mine. Not officially. Officially it belonged to the athletics department, which meant it belonged to whoever was loudest and most important, which meant it would never belong to me. But nobody cares about this room. And since I had stayed in it the longest, it was mine in every way that counted. Hell, I designed it to my taste and nobody had ever once thanked me for the work I put in there; but who caresIn here, everyone forgot I existed. I was fine wi

Wren’s POVCold soup meant a more sticky hairI could feel it soaking through to my bra strap, and a little trickle into my panties. I set my tray down on the nearest table, pulled my wet hair off my neck, and retwisted it into a knot. Whatever arrangement the Voss brothers had with the Thorne sisters was their business. None of that was my problem and none of it was my fault. The bond chose me. I didn't go looking for it. I had literally been alone in an equipment room on full moon night specifically to avoid things like this.I was not rejecting anything. That was my chance for revenge. And I was not standing here covered in soup while people filmed me like I picked up a paper napkin from the tray and dabbed my collarbone with it. Useless, but it was something to do with my hands.Eden Thorne rolled her shoulders back. Her signature move that fit her athletic build. She closed the distance between us without raising her voice first because Eden Thorne was not a words-first kind o

Wren’s POVI wasn't just bonded to three Alpha wolves anymore. Now I had also dropped all three of them for the new LakeDale transfer who had been at this school for four days. At that point, I was wondering, ‘Who the hell was Wren Reyes? Because she was definitely not me.’The rumours were getting more creative, day by dayI found the whole thing mildly hilarious and did absolutely nothing to correct it.Eli was the first person at WhiteWood in three years who talked to me like I was a regular human being. To him, I wasn’t just a fat omega equipment I knew the Voss brothers were going to be so mad about my relationship with Eli. The bond would twist their guts with jealousy I was walking to class when I saw all three of them, arranged in a loose half circle with Eli at the center Eli was six foot three and he was not small. But Zade, Rook and Cal standing together was a different kind of physics. Eli had his back to the lockers and his chin up. Good composure, but terrible odds.

Cal's POVMaybe I craved her bite over and over again, but this was messy. She hadn’t even cleaned up. The smell of farm in her mouth made me want to keep drinking from her till eternity She tasted like trouble and I had my hands full of her anyway; literally.Behind the bleachers was a terrible idea. Practice was still running on the other side of the wall, coach screaming, skates grinding, sticks cracking against ice. Anyone could walk around the corner. Anyone could look through the gaps in the metal bars and see exactly what was happening, but the possibilities of cameras rolling on us again made me more fierce.I did not particularly care.“More,” my wolf, Calee had been grunting in my headMe: I heard you.*Calee: Did you though?*I pressed her further into the bars and kissed her like I was settling an argument. Like I was making up for the years I never owned her public Her hands grabbed my collar. I loved how the weight drew me closer to her. Her breathing was completely wr

Wren's POV"I kissed a boy, Grandma."The venison stew on the stove had been bubbling for twenty minutes and Grandma was supposed to be resting but she was sitting at the kitchen table in her house robe with her reading glasses on her head and her full attention on me instead. She was not resting as much as I would have wanted her to, but thank goodness she was on her feet today. I didn't get any reply from her. What is happening to my grandma?“Grandma, I said I…”“I heard you, Wren…” She put her cup down slowly and she cleared her throat.“Oh, and I thought you had disappeared,” I chuckled nervously."Which boy," she said flatly."It doesn't matter which boy… I just kissed a boy,” I tapped the pot, as if to drown the thought that I might have made a bad decision telling her. "It absolutely matters which boy, Wren Reyes, sit down and tell me which boy,” now she was looking me dead in the eyes and I was tapping the pot faster. “Wren don't break my pot, it is ceramic!”“Okay! Okay!”