All Chapters of Navy's Sons: Bullied by Quadruplet Stepbrothers: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tabitha’s POV“If you actually want to talk about what you saw last night, maybe stop avoiding me like I’m some plague,” he jabs, voice laced with frustrationI keep my eyes on the sink. My hands move slower under the stream of water.“Why would I want to talk about it?” I ask bitterly. “It’s none of my business who you kiss. You can do whatever you want. Kiss whoever you want. That has nothing to do with me.”He pushes off the wall. “Is that why you walked away after what you saw?” he taunts.I grit my teeth and rip a paper towel from the dispenser to dry my hands.“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I ruin the mood for you? I’ll make sure next time I see you with your tongue down someone’s throat, I’ll cheer instead of walking away,” I shot back, my voice dripping with acid.I turn to leave, but he reaches for my arm and catches me gently. The contact makes me freeze. His expression softens.“I’m sorry. That wasn’t what I meant. I didn’t come here to piss you off. I’m here because, well—fuck.” He b

Tabitha’s POVA few days later, a team from one of the island’s top bridal ateliers arrives at the estate carrying garment bags and thick catalogs. They unpack several finished sample gowns onto dress stands in the sitting room while Mom claps her hands in excitement.I watch as my mother steps behind one of the screens, and with the help of two seamstresses, slips into a fitted white gown dotted with delicate beadwork. She claps her hands excitedly while watching her reflection. The atelier staff adjust the straps and fuss about the gown, murmuring minor alterations they can make before the big day.Mom looks like a princess in her wedding dress—or a queen. She probably feels the same that’s why she looks this thrilled. I’m happy for her.After chatting a bit with my mom regarding her gown’s alteration, the seamstress turns and gestures politely to me, I push up to my feet.“Your turn for measurements, miss.” I catch a bit of French in her accent.I join her on the small platform and

Tabitha’s POVWe take turns sketching across the stone wall, passing the marker back and forth. We layer over each other’s drawings like we’re trying to outdo the last. Reed snickers while drawing an alien with three eyes and a meteor shaped like a dick. And then, there’s also something he claims is a “space wolf,” which I honestly think is quite cute. It’s the only decent thing he drew. We keep laughing until my stomach hurts and I’m wiping tears from my eyes. I lean over the narrow window to catch my breath.Reed stands beside me, quiet for a moment but there’s that boyish grin on his lips. We gaze at the forest below that stretches out in every direction, dark beneath the low roll of clouds.Reed stands beside me, quiet for a moment, but there’s that boyish grin tugging at his mouth. We both gaze out at the forest below that stretches far and dark beneath the heavy clouds.“I used to come here a lot,” he says, resting his forearms on the window’s ledge. “I’d smoke, drink, and try t

Tabitha’s POVIt has been a month since the engagement party. The estate no longer feels the same. It is busier than ever. There are strangers walking in and out at all hours. I can also barely get enough sleep with all the voices and chatters through the halls, and the front doors never stay shut for long. The wedding is in three days, and the entire place has turned into a temporary headquarters for every vendor and personnel my mother might need.This is even messier than the engagement party. But it shouldn’t come as a shock, really. This is my mom and Alpha Emery’s big day, after all. Of course my mom would go all out.I catch a glimpse of the wedding coordinators setting up meetings with my mom in the sitting room. Ateliers have also arrived with racks of clothing for last-minute alterations. A group of floral designers are present as well, carrying bundles of arrangements across the foyer as they argue over palettes and centerpiece samples. People in headsets rush between rooms

Wedding DayTabitha’s POVThe day—afternoon actually—before the wedding, I walk into the Sharpe Hotel with my overnight bag on my shoulder and a garment bag in my hand. All around me, I see other guests starting to arrive, hauling suitcases of their own. The lobby hums with greetings and excitement as people check in. Some staff from the Aldair estate are also noting the influx of new guests, making sure everyone is here before the big day tomorrow.This is the main branch owned by Eliott Sharpe, Alpha of the Deathclaw Pack. From what I know, Eliott owns most of the real estate developments and luxury properties on the island, but this one is his crown jewel. This hotel is known for its beachside view, which is why it was chosen for the ceremony. When I was younger, I never even thought about stepping foot in here. Now my mom is getting married on its beachside lawn. It’s crazy how life can take you places you never imagined.Mom walks beside me toward the elevators, chatting with one