All Chapters of Mated To Three, Fated To One: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

I had a terrible idea.Actually, calling it a terrible idea was being generous. It was the sort of idea that could get me expelled. But some things were just too important. The artefact museum was located on the eastern side of the academy, tucked behind the history and mythography department. According to the campus map I'd spent the last twenty minutes studying, there were two entrances, three security cameras, and a security station at the end of the corridor.I was currently hiding behind a ugly marble statue of a wolf. I peered around its stone hindquarters to check if it was all clear. I checked the time on my phone it was 8:43 p.m.The academy's evening activities ended at nine, which meant I had approximately seventeen minutes before the corridors became significantly less deserted.I glanced down at the folded piece of paper in my hand. I'd sketched the corridor from memory, marking the doors and the camera positions I'd observed earlier. It wasn't a particularly good ma

I couldn't sleep.I'd been lying in bed for nearly an hour, tossing and turning beneath my duvet, staring at the ceiling. I was certain that I was slowly going insane. Perhaps none of this was really happening. Maybe a coconut fell on my head while I was picking wild flowers in the forest. Because I couldn't understand what possessed me to steal an artefact or the fact that I agreed to date both Lucien and Keir. Or maybe it was all of that on top of the way Grey looked at me earlier. It was enough to send my wolf recoiling. I couldn't understand what made him so angry. No one said anything after he left, we all went out separate way to our rooms. With a groan, I threw the duvet aside and climbed out of bed. Food. I needed food. Preferably something that didn't involve thinking. I pulled on a pair of comfortable trousers and a loose sweater before tying my hair into a messy bun. Then I shuffled out of my bedroom and headed downstairs. I expected to find the kitchen empty. Inst

“Stop moving!” “I’m not moving!” “Dahlia, you’re moving your head, your shoulders, and I swear you’re even moving your eyelashes.” I glared at Ara through the mirror. She stood behind me, a makeup brush in one hand and an expression of profound disappointment on her face. “How am I supposed to make you look beautiful when you’re behaving like a toddler?” “I was fine before you started attacking my face with that thing.” She gasped. “Attacking your face? This is a luxury service. You should be thanking me.” I rolled my eyes. Tonight was supposed to be simple. Just dinner with Lucien but Ara had taken over my room almost two hours ago, insisting that I couldn’t possibly go on a proper date without her intervention. She had called my hair a personal insult to romance, and somehow forced me to sit still while she works her 'so called magic'. I was beginning to regret every decision that had led me here. “Close your eyes,” she ordered. I obeyed, nonetheless. I knew better tha