LOGINCalla's POV Good thing we were at the back.As the credits rolled and the theater lights slowly brightened for the next movie, Riven’s hand slid to the back of my neck, firm and possessive. He leaned close, shielding us from view, and brought out his dick.I leaned forward and sucked, almost choking when he moved slightly, teasing. My breath hitched, and I had to steady myself.When I lifted my head, I whispered against his ear, “let’s go.”We left the cinema trying to look normal.Darren was driving, which meant the ride would be slow. Lucien sat in the front, pretending to scroll through his phone, though the corner of his mouth betrayed him.Riven slid into the back seat with me. The moment the doors shut, his mouth was on mine.I took off my jacket, the car warm despite the night air outside. He kissed me harder, his hand grabbing my breasts. I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled between us.He shifted, pulling off my top and guiding me onto his lap in one smooth motion. My
Calla's POV After school, I let Riven drive us back home. No one spoke much. The silence wasn’t awkward, just peaceful. I started seeing my flow in school, so I didn't want noise.When we got to the house, I went straight to my room. I dropped my bag near the desk without care, my heart already racing for something else.The frame.I reached for it almost immediately, fingers brushing over the wrapping as if I was afraid it might disappear.Carefully, I unwrapped it, and gasped. It wasn’t a photograph. It was a drawing. A detailed, breathtaking drawing of me.Not just my face. My expression. The slight curve of my lips. The softness in my eyes. Even the way a loose strand of hair fell near my cheek. The artist had captured me in a way a camera never could. I traced my fingers lightly over the surface, following the lines of my own face. How did he even get a picture of me to give to the artist? And when? I don’t take pictures. This seems to be in this house.It was a headshot. Simpl
Calla's POV I slept off smiling on my bed.The next morning, I had just finished bathing, a towel wrapped around my chest, rubbing cream into my skin, and getting ready for school, when I caught the Triplets’ scent. It was faint, but unmistakable, tugging at my senses and making my pulse quicken.Then came a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” I said, my voice slightly lighter than I intended.Riven stepped in, moving with that confident, easy grace, yet there was a tension to him I couldn’t ignore. I watched him in the mirror once, noting the subtle lines around his eyes and the tight set of his jaw, before quickly looking away, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. Of course he’d still be mad about Fenrir.“Good morning,” he said, his tone steady.“Morning,” I answered, my words light, though my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.“I got you something,” he said, the way he said it both casual and deliberate, like there was more meaning tucked behind the words.I raised an eyebrow.
Calla's POV Lucien moved to the side, panting, and I slid down, standing in front of Darren. My heart raced, every nerve on fire.I took his lips in a soft kiss, his hand tracing slow circles on my back. He shifted back, pulling off his shirt, the movement deliberate, teasing.Then he sat on a chair, unbuckling his trousers. I lowered myself onto his lap, facing him, my legs on the ground. The air between us crackled, thick with heat.We continued to kiss and smooch, his hands massaging my breasts in that way that always sent shivers crawling down my spine. Each touch made my pulse spike, my breaths shallow and quick.Then he took my nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. I moaned, my hands tangled in his hair, gripping him a little too tightly. Before I could catch my breath, he shifted to the other breast and my anticipation flared hotter.By now, I needed him, I couldn’t wait any longer. I removed his hard dick, feeling its warmth before sliding it into my already wet pussy. My moan
Calla's POV I froze, my eyes wide, every second stretching unbearably long. Panic flared, and I shoved him back instinctively.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low, almost apologetic, yet threaded with something I couldn’t quite place.I didn’t answer. My hands trembled slightly as I opened the car door and walked through the gate, my steps brisk, my heart still racing. But when I looked up, my chest tightened. The triplets, Lucien, Riven, and Darren, stood on the third-floor balcony, their eyes fixed on me.As werewolves, their heightened senses meant they could have seen everything that happened in the car, as long as it was within view. And it was.I bolted straight to my room and slammed the door shut, the echo of it bouncing through the empty hallway. In the bathroom, I pressed my fingers to my lips, tracing the faint imprint of what had happened, shaking my head as if I could erase the memory.Something felt off. Not with me, not with Fenrir, but with whatever this feeling
Calla's POV School passed like any other day, though Fenrir was nowhere to be seen, as if he was deliberately avoiding me. It left a strange hollow feeling in my chest, but I shoved it aside.Friday evening arrived, and after dinner, the usual chaos of games erupted in the boy’s game room. I joined, not for anything “extra,” but simply to play.Riven’s eyes flicked toward me, sharp and teasing. “Don’t you think we should mark you?”I froze mid-scroll on the screen. “What?”He leaned back, grinning, “Or you could pick your favorite, get marked, and then everyone else would know you’re taken.”A soft chuckle escaped me, though my hands tightened on the controller. “No. That’s not happening.”“Why not?” His curiosity sounded more like a challenge.I watched them carefully, my voice steady. “I like all of you,” I admitted, “but I’m not your property. I don’t want to be marked.”Before any of them could argue, the door swung open. Nana appeared, almost as if she had known exactly what she







