Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Unaware they had an audience, let alone one that consisted of her father, the Alpha, and Mal, Claire mentally groaned at the whole situation. She really wasn’t expecting to see Malachy at this particular moment, and she had no clue how to react. She hadn’t heard from him after their picture “exchange” and she was still unsure of where their relationship stood. Whatever their relationship was, but seeing another guy’s lips on hers probably didn’t help matters any. She did the only thing she could think of: she squared her shoulders, turned on her heels, and walked back to her room, avoiding looking back at the group of Mythicals. Jeez...Just my fucking luck. Claire ran straight to her bathroom to splash cold water on her face as her head hung low over the sink. Her fingers gripped the edge of the basin so hard they turned white. “What in the actual fuck is happening?” her voice echoed in the tiled room. The only other sound in the tiny space was the

“Soooo. You’re Marian’s cousin? Jesus, Claire. How many hot men do you get to have in your life? I think I need to go on the next Taylor family trip!” Quinn was still reeling from meeting Sean that morning at school. They all had the same lunch period, which was nice, in Claire’s opinion. Sean was the “new kid” and the other girls were giving them the side-eye, yet he didn’t pay attention to anyone but Quinn and Claire. It was a relief to Claire that they could all get along and behave themselves. Quinn was flirting as always, but Sean just smiled and played along. “I’m glad that you think I’m hot, and undoubtedly sexy. But alas, I’m such a sensitive dude and I’d hate it if you broke my heart…” He placed a hand on his chest and wiped a fake tear. “So I will do you the favor and end this heated relationship before it starts." He winked, then turned serious. "So what do you lovely ladies have planned for today?” After a quick bite of her sandwich, Claire mumbled with a full mouth, “

“Claire….dude...don’t freak out...but Trevor is here…” Quinn glared at Trevor kissing his girlfriend, Jennifer. Claire turned her head to the visitors’ dugout and saw Trevor full on making out with the chick. Now normally this wouldn’t affect Claire any, but Jennifer was also the Captain of their rival softball team, the Blue Devils. Jennifer opened her eyes and made eye contact with Claire, while still kissing Trevor. Claire just shook her head, turned her back to the PG-13 scene, and focused on her stretching. Laying on her back, she stuck her right leg up into the air and pulled on her toes stretching her calf. She repeated for the other leg but before she could put her foot down, Quinn grabbed it and pushed her leg; making Claire’s toes almost touch the ground above her head. “DAMN GIRL!! LOOK HOW FLEXIBLE YOU ARE!!!” She yelled so loud that even the other team’s fans turned to look from the stands. “Get the fuck off me!!” Claire pushed her obnoxious friend away. “Gawd. You’

“When did you get tits?! This top looks AMAZING on you!” Quinn raved as Claire stepped out from the bedroom wearing a low cut black see-through lace tank top with a black bra underneath, her favorite jean shorts, and her black vans. “If I wasn’t straight, I’d be all over you right now.” Quinn had no filter whatsoever, especially when she started drinking. She took a long gulp of a clear liquid. “Fucking delicious.” Claire grabbed the glass from Quinn and downed the rest. The burn of the tequila flowed down her throat and the warmth spread through her chest. She shook it off with a low, slow breath. She felt amazing AND she had to admit, she looked damn good in the outfit. It fit her curves perfectly, showing off just enough cleavage that her opal pendant hovered right into the valley of her breasts. A few minutes later, the girls arrived; along with their boyfriends, their friends, their friends’ friends, and so on. In the blink of an eye, the house was packed with teenagers, spe

With a deep breath, Claire squared her shoulders and finished her shower. She needed to get out of this bathroom, and fast. Her thoughts drifted to the undoubtedly gorgeous vampire Mal spent his nights with. It didn’t sit well in the pit of her stomach.She stepped out, grabbed a towel for her hair and another to dry herself off, when she noticed there was a men’s white casual cotton tank top and a pair of men’s boxers. At least he isn’t giving me his mistress’s clothes. Or am I the mistress?The thought made her blood boil. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she grabbed the boxers and slipped them on. She rushed to put on her bra and pull the white tank top over it. Claire glanced at herself in the mirror by the closet door. She could see the black bra underneath the top. She hesitated. One last look was all it took for her to shrug her shoulders.Oh well. Fucker deserves it.She threw her hair up into a messy bun and padded barefoot out into the living room, where Mal was on t