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This should prove who I choose. My mate.

I walk into the twin's rooms, and their eyes meet mine, both pairs of blue eyes locked on mine. “Daddy”, Thomas says, raising his arms so I can pick him up. The twins have just turned three, and they look so much like Aimee that it is unbelievable. Theresa looks at me and smiles as Aimee holds her close to her heart. They walked toward us, and we all hung together.

We had a lot to talk about even though we spoke on the phone basically everyday. It made me feel even more guilty knowing that my visit had ulterior motives. I set aside my guilty and text Luke Me: call be in exactly five minutes. Luke: ‘thumbs up emoji’ I change Luke’s contact name from My favourite problem to Papi Chulo. It felt like the most ‘serious boyfriend that was my best friend’ kind of pet name. I then excuse myself to go to the bathroom and deliberately leave my phone right next to my mom on the couch. I stay there waiting for my phone to ring. In what I would assume was exactly five minutes my phone rings. I flush the toilet then make my way towards the living area.

Hmm, another girl has appeared again. See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

What kind of joke was this? The girls' eyes were as alike and bright as Peony's. Their little faces showed clear differences in their personalities. They were six years old. It wasn't hard to deduce the truth, even though Peony stubbornly refused to admit it until she took her triplets away. I rubbed my right shoulder. My friend Mark twitched. Peony no longer smelled of intoxicating flowers, but I knew the impulse of our soul bond was still there. But it was no longer important to feel

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

I stared at the profiles of every request I got and matched. It bugs me how fast they are to text. My brows creased. One profile definition caught my attention. I stared at the name then at the picture. My jaw tightened after seeing the photo. It's Hazel. I don't know why it disturbs me that she's on Tinder. I don't know which is worse. The knowledge that she's on the app and probably will meet a lot of strangers who will throw themselves all over her or the fact that she requested to pair profiles with me and most likely with everyone who caught her fancy.

Candi blushes! It's so dang adorable. "Candi, these are my best friends in the world," I state as I point to each of my friends. "Calliope and her mate Trey. Nadia and her mate Knox. This is Phoebe and her mate Levi, and last but definitely not the least, Selene and Jaxx. Guys, this is Candi and if Fox does something to mess this up I'm gonna smack him upside the head!" I promise.

] Beneath it, their mutual friends had lined up in the likes section. In the past, I probably would have cried, made a scene, and demanded an explanation from Scott. But this time, I just tapped "like," then deleted Simone's contact. I deleted all those so-called mutual friends, too. The account using my half of the couple picture suddenly sent a message. [Fiona, when I switched to the matching profile pic with you… it wasn't just to help you vent. I actually… [You know what I mean, right?] I sighed.

I laugh a little, “I’m 13 same as you and Colton. You need to remember that. Melissa we can be friends. If you are Colton’s mate then I will serve you, wouldn’t be nice if we were friends? Think of how easy it will make your life if we become friends.” “Whatever,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “If I’m Colton’s then I’m most likely, Apollo and Dalton’s as well. I don’t like you touching them.” “Okay, but we are friends. The three of us plan to wait all our first for our mates. So you don’t have to worry about me stealing them. I promise we are just friends. Wouldn’t be nice if all five of us were friends? Just consider it.” I smile at her again and watch her leave.