All Chapters of My Three Complicated Mates : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RAYNA'S POVThe heavy wooden door swung open before I could even tap my knuckles against the polished brass.The registrar didn't look up from the massive computer on his desk. He was a thin, serious-looking man with wire-rimmed glasses perched sharply on the bridge of a hooked nose.His graying hair was slicked back, exposing the large protruding expanse of his forehead. He looked like had very little patience for anything and anyone.“Sit down, Miss Collin,” he said, his voice flat, dry, and lacking any form of warmth. *Or stand. Makes no difference to me, as long as you don't touch anything.”I swallowed hard, letting the heavy door click shut behind me. The office smelled a bit stuffy and floral, which was strangely pleasant. I forced my feet to move forward, stopping a few feet short of his desk.“Good morning, Mr. Parker,” I started, glancing at the name piece on his table. “I'm here for my class schedules,” I added, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervousness poundin

RAYNA'S POVThe warm glow of the desk lamp cast long, dancing shadows across my cramped yet surprisingly cozy dorm room. I sat cross-legged on the edge of my bed, my hair in a very loose bun that had slid down the side of my face.And I had on my favourite outfit ever, a soft oversized hoodie with my favorite pair of cream-colored shorts, and my torn pair of socks. This was my way of finally relaxing, as there was no immediate reason to panic or worry.An iPod Classic, one of the few gadgets I managed to keep hidden from my mother, was resting beside me, its white tangled earphones plugged securely into my ears.I nodded my head slowly as Justin Bieber’s soothing voice cooed Flatline into my ears, drowning out everything else.Spread across my lap and the small wooden desk was a chaotic mountain of brand-new textbooks, notebooks, and freshly printed class schedules courtesy of Mr. Parker's begrudging efficiency.I carefully organized my highlighters, trying to not get too excited beca

RAYNA'S POVAs the final words of Mr. Raymond’s lecture echoed across the room, the lecture hall dissolved into a chaotic rustle of zippers, slamming textbook covers, and chairs scraping aggressively against the floor.Beside me, Jamie frantically began shoving her pens and notebooks into her bag, her hands trembling as she flashed me an excited smile.She leaned in so close her breath brushed against my ear, her voice a breathless whisper over the rising din of the students filing out.“Wait until the crowd thins out a bit so it's not too obvious,” she whispered, her fingers nervously pleating the hem of her cardigan as she cast a sneaky, shy glance toward the back rows.“I'll be down in the cafeteria waiting by the drink dispenser. Please, Rayna. Don't chicken out like me.”“I won't,” I replied with a smile.“You're an absolute lifesaver,” Jamie muttered.Before I could even think of a response, she grabbed her bag and scurried out the door with the rushing tide of students, leaving

RAYNA'S POV“Someone was in my room,” I blurted out, my voice trembling with a mix of leftover terror and white-hot fury. “They broke in. They left a non-alive cat inside my wardrobe. A poor black cat…” I paused to catch my breath.Liana leaned back in her leather chair, lacing her fingers together over her desk. Her expression turned sympathetic, but there was an infuriating hint of professional detachment in her eyes that made my blood boil. If I wanted professional detachment I could've gone to the principal!“Rayna, take a deep breath. Try to calm down.”“Calm down?” I echoed, my voice rising sharply. “I am perfectly calm! Someone broke into my private living space and left an animal in my clothes, and you're telling me to calm down?”“I know this environment is overwhelming,” Liana said gently, her tone dripping with a patronizing patience. “Given your unique heritage and the recent awakening of your powers, it is entirely possible for a student experiencing the initial surge of

TIO'S POVI stood in the center of Rayna’s small dorm room, the chaotic little space suddenly feeling a lot smaller with her staring straight at me from the edge of her bed, straight into my eyes.Her chest was still heaving, her copper-tinted hair messy around her face, and her eyes wide with a potent mix of fear and stubborn, unyielding defiance.I let out a slow breath, shaking my head slightly at her defensive posture.“Rayna, if you think me hauling your ass out of a public freakout is me being nice to you, then your bar for human decency is officially in hell, sweetheart,” I replied, leaning back slightly against the edge of the desk close to her bed, with my hands tucked into my pockets.“And honestly? Given everything I've heard that your lovely mother put you through, I suppose that tracks. You have literally nothing to measure against since you've got bottom of the barrel efforts since you were born.”Rayna rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck, crossing he