Five

Blue’s POV

I didn’t want to go to the party. Mom called that afternoon and didn’t even ask how I was doing just launched straight into the topic because she be taking her Luna job way too serious.

“I heard there’s a welcome party tonight at the Runethorne off campus house. You need to go down there and socialize with other wolves.”

“I have homework —”

“Blue.” Her voice went sharp.

“You’re living with the Alpha’s sons. The least you can do is show your face at pack events. People are already talking about how you never leave your room.”

Of course they were talking because that’s all wolves did. Talk and judge and remind you that you didn’t belong. Then go into the bush and turn into dogs that howl and compete for power.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“Good. And Blue? Try to be pleasant. The triplets are doing you a favor letting you live there.”

She hung up before I could respond. Now I stared at my closet for twenty minutes. Everything felt wrong so I settled on jeans and a simple black top. This is safe because I’ll be invisible like I want.

The party was already packed when I came downstairs. Music blasting, people everywhere witj the whole house smelling like beer and werewolf. Yes they have a smell and I am annoyed it’s not ugly. They really smell nice.

I recognized most of them from campus. They looked at me when I walked in then looked away. Apparently, the clothes I decided to wear is working.

I grabbed a drink just to have something to hold and tried to find a corner to hide in. I should’ve just stayed in my room. I was getting a refill when I felt that pull in my chest. I turned and all three of them were there standing.

Tristan leaned against the counter, his silver eyes cold as usual. Azriel stood too close to me and he came from nowhere. I swear it might be the air. Weston blocked the other exit anddd I was trapped.

“Having fun?” Azriel asked loudly that wolves nearby turned to look.

“I’m fine.”

“You look miserable. Maybe you should go back to your room. This isn’t really your scene.” He stepped closer.

“I was just leaving —”

“No, stay. We barely see you anymore. It’s rude.” His hand caught my wrist.

This guy will give me fucking whiplash but something flared at the contact. That instant relief from the ache came from absolute nowhrr and I am about to freak the hell out. Why am I feeling supernatural things?

My body reacted before I could stop it. A small gasp I tried to hide came out and Azriel heard it. I watched his eyes darken with suspicion.

“See? She wants to stay.” He said to his brothers.

More people were watching now. I tried to pull my wrist free but his grip tightened.

“Let go.”

“Why?” His thumb pressed against my pulse point. Right where the whole thing was strongest without my knowing. “I’m just talking to my sister.”

His touch was deliberate about this and I don’t know what game he is playing but it is meant to trigger the bond. And it was working.

Heat spread through me and immediately my breathing changed. The ache eased but was replaced with something worse. There is this deep need in my core that makes me want to clench my thighs.

No! Not here! Not in front of everyone!!

“Azriel, please —“

“Please what?” His voice carried loudly so everyone was definitely watching now. “Please touch you more?”

Someone laughed in the crowd and my face beat up in embarrassment. He let go suddenly and I nearly stumbled. Weston caught my elbow steadying me. His touch sent another jolt through em and I forced myself not to react again. Everyone is watching the ‘weak human’

“Careful.” he said softly then louder: “You okay, Blue?”

I nodded not trusting my voice or them. He didn’t let go. His fingers traced small circles on my inner elbow. Barely noticeable to anyone watching but I felt it everywhere and he fucking KNOWS I am feeling it everywhere by that wicked glint in his eyes.

“Your heart’s racing. Are you nervous?” He murmured loud enough for people nearby to hear.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? You’re shaking.”

Because he was touching me. No they were both touching me and my body was screaming for more and I couldn’t control it.

“What’s going on?” Tristan moved closer.

“I think our stepsister isn’t feeling too well.” Weston said.

“I’m fine.” I repeated desperately.

“You don’t look fine.” Tristan’s hand came up brushing hair back from my face.

The touch was gentle and it is the first time he has ever touched me like that. No ever. All three of them trapping me like this makes me want to purr like a cat. I don’t understand myself anymore.

All three of them were touching me now in small, innocent touches that looked like concern to anyone watching. But the ache was going insane. I bit down hard on my lip trying to stay quiet and not to react.

“She’s flushed. Maybe she’s getting sick.” Azriel observed.

“Or maybe she’s just overwhelmed. This must be hard for you. Being around so many wolves while you’re just human.” Weston said, his hand slidimg down my arm.

“Does it make you uncomfortable, Blue?” Tristan’s fingers traced along my jaw.

I couldn’t speak or do anything except stand there while they destroyed me in front of everyone. Then Azriel leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear.

“Everyone can smell you now.” He whispered like he has succeeded in something. Then louder to the crowd he said “Actually, can you guys smell that?”

My stomach dropped realizing what they had done and the extent they went to humiliate.

“Smell what?” someone asked.

Azriel stepped back looking at the crowd that had formed. “I think Blue’s aroused.”

The room went silent for a second even though my heart stopped beating at the cruelty of his words. Then someone laughed from the crowd.

“Wait seriously? Oh my god, I can smell it too.” Sienna pushed through the crowd.

“That’s so fucked up. They’re her stepbrothers.” The girl beside her cringed.

“We haven't touched her. Just being friendly.” Azriel said, holding up his hands innocently looking bored. What does this mean? What are they doing??

“Apparently that’s all it takes for humans. Poor thing can’t control herself.” Weston clucked his tongue.

More laughter followed everywhere. Everyone was staring at me like I was something disgusting while I feel tears fill my eyes at the humiliation.

“You get aroused from your own stepbrothers touching you? Pathetic.” Tristan murmured coldly then sip from his glass.

“I didn’t - it’s not --”

“Don’t lie now Blue. Everyone here can smell exactly what you are right now.” His silver eyes pinned me in place.

“Oh my god, that’s so gross.”

“Can you imagine? Getting wet over your own stepbrothers?”

I was dying from where I stood as they continue to tear me apart while my stepbrothers seemed to relish in it because it was their plan all along.

“This is why humans shouldn’t be in pack houses. They don’t understand boundaries or understand what’s appropriate.” Tristan said to the crowd like I wasn’t even there.

I couldn’t meet their eyes or any other person’s. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole right now. They wanted this to happen for reasons I don’t even understand. Why are they doing this? But the better question is. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?

“Yeah, getting turned on must be her way of saying thanks.” Azriel grinned.

The laughter was deafening now because there is nothing more fun than humiliating a human.

“Same. That’s like, incest-adjacent.”

And then I ran because I couldn’t hold it in. I pushed through the crowd while they laughed and made comments I tried not to hear. I could hear the triplets talking behind me too but I don’t know what they were saying. Probably mocking me more.

I ran up the stairs straight to my room and locked the door three times to be sure. I slid down against it shaking so hard my teeth chattered.

They’d planned it! All of it. They touched me just enough to trigger the bond then humiliated me in front of everyone for not understanding why I feel what I felt. It isn’t fucking normal.

And I couldn’t even defend myself because they were right.

My body had betrayed me and my own stepbrothers had destroyed me.

Downstairs I could hear that the party has continued while I sat alone aching and broken and completely ruined. Because now everyone knew and smelled my arousal and there was no coming back from this.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

They will make my life hell and call me a whore for wanting my stepbrothers. The worse thing is, the ache is now sharp enough that I feel like I might beg them to take it away. Again.

I truly am every pathetic name they call me.