로그인Maxine I can’t believe I got Saturday detention on my first day. This is crazy, it’s all Bran’s fault, and his weird brothers too. How did they know where we were, and why did they come? Why were they being so weird? The bell for lunch break rang a few minutes ago. I just have to find Poppy and Elodie in that large cafeteria. I walked in with the horde of students flooding inside, grabbed a tray, and added two cupcakes and a plastic container of mixed fruits. I’m still full from the burger I ate with Bran. I turned around. Everyone was sitting in odd groups, mostly by the year they were in, and others just in their own circles of friends. There was still something really weird about it, though. I walked all the way to the back, searching cluelessly before Poppy finally called out to me and I joined their table. It was just Poppy, Elodie, and Trevor. Trevor? Why would he be with them? I sat down. “Hi,” I said. “Where were you? I thought you were supposed to be in your advanc
Brandon “Where did you go?” Johnny asked. “Hi, boys. I had lunch with our new neighbor, she’s amazing,” my mom said, looking between the three of us. Amy is not my biological mom. She’s my aunt and also my uncle’s wife. The thing is, my family had a period of incestuous marriages up until my parents, so it’s kind of weird to understand the dynamics. The first incestuous pair was my great-great-great grandparents, who were twins that discovered they were mated to each other. No one knew if it was an accident or fate or whatever, but then it happened again and again, although it became more of chosen mates than fated ones. So Amy and my uncle were related, but they were also married and they had Johnny. Johnny’s dad’s brother was my dad, and my dad fell in love with his first cousin—my mom—and they had me and Mike. They are dead now. Johnny’s dad and my parents. They died in a car accident. Amy raised us as her own, and we call her Mum because that’s what she is. I took a gulp o
Johnny She’s my mate. She’s Bran’s mate. She’s Mike’s mate. I mean, it’s not impossible for multiple people to share one mate. I just never expected it. Even if I did, it would be for Mike and Bran because they are twins. I’m just their cousin, even though we’ve been raised as brothers since we were toddlers. My heart ached painfully in my chest. I wasn’t even thinking about the complications. All I could think about was how this was my worst nightmare—sharing a mate. I’m the one who obsessed about finding my mate, not Bran or Mike. I really wanted to know what other wolf-shifters felt with their fated mate. And now I get this? She’s human. She’ll never be able to handle three mates, and even if she could, the downside of sharing a mate is that she’s going to have a favorite. And I have a feeling it’s not going to be me. I’m going to be begging for crumbs because my brothers are better and more charming than me. I clenched my jaw. I didn’t want to, but I did. I turned my he
Maxine I absolutely hate opening up to people. My mom and I quarrel about it all the time. It’s just really hard for me, but here I was—skipping class with a weird boy I had only spoken to once and pouring my heart out to him. As we lay on the cold rock and I told him about last year, it made me realize how much I had been repressing. It was so much harder than I thought it was—scarier, more painful. But he listened to every word and I liked it. “And before Joey died, we had this friend, a boy named Cal. He was in the foster system and I knew how tough things were for him. But during the holidays before we started junior year, he went missing. It didn’t turn into a huge case because he was just a boy with no parents, so it was swept away. I always wanted to know what happened to him—if he’s dead or alive,” I explained, forcing down the lump in my throat. “The foster care system in many places is really bad and dangerous. I hope someday, when I’m older, I can make it better,” I add
Brandon Well, butter me up and call me a biscuit. I dabbed slightly at the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I was never one of those people who obsessed over meeting their mate—especially not this early. I always figured I’d meet her in college or sometime after, not the scrawny, fancy British girl who lived next door. I’m not complaining though. She’s gorgeous. Exactly my type—clean, smells nice, and intelligent too. Props to the moon goddess for real. Mike is going to hate this recent development. He’s my twin, so we’ll likely share the same mate. Johnny is probably going to laugh at us because we got a human mate. Human mates are extremely rare for Lycans. “Why are your irises white?” my little mate asked, playing with the hem of her skirt. I looked down at her, a smirk playing at the corner of my lips. She looked up to meet my eyes and her cheeks flushed. “I don’t know. No one knows. Do you like it?” I teased. She rolled her eyes playfully. Fuck. I like her. A lot
Brandon Four seven eleven. Four seven eleven. Four seven eleven. I tapped my fingers against the tabletop, trying to focus. I didn’t know what it was, but something about this British weirdo deeply unsettled me. Not only did she live next door, now she was at our school. She had a face you could not forget. I barely cared about remembering people the first time we met, especially if it was a flimsy encounter like the one we had at the airport. Yet suddenly I wanted to know everything about her. Her past records and all. Why was she here? Who moves to a new country in their senior year? I didn’t wait for the rest of the assembly. I quietly excused myself and walked to the student records office. I owned a key—illegally, of course—to be able to do things like this and also to make sure my record was not tainted by the silly little mistakes the principal loved to not ignore. I pushed open the door, ignoring the CCTV camera. I was just going to erase the clip as soon as I was done.







