Chapter 7
Realizing he’s fantasizing, he shook his head to clear it. He needs to keep a level head for
now, not wanting to scare the poor woman. After all, his brothers will each want the same
thing, and too much too quickly could frighten her off.
Conrad presses the meat of his palm down uncomfortably onto his hardening dick, hoping to cool some of my rising heat.
“I don’t hear anything,” Declan says from closer to the door.
“What?” Conrad asks, alarmed. “Open it.”
Declan does so at once, opening it the entire way. The brothers pile into the room, but it’s
empty, even the closet. The window is open, like she crawled out of it.
“She left this,” Wes says. Bending down, he lifts a wine–stained dress. It smells of their mate. “I will return it when we see her again.”
Wes is thinking optimistically. If the woman climbed out a window, chances are she
doesn’t want to be seen again. At least not yet.
“We scared her,” Declan says.
“She should feel the same pull toward us as we feel for her,” Hugh says. “She shouldn’t want to be apart from us at all.”
“Then what’s going on?” Conrad asks him.
Hugh shrugs. “I have no idea.”
“We should look for her,” Wes says. “Maybe she went back to the party.” He tucks the dress in with his things.
Yet, when they returned to the party, they couldn’t find her. Their girlfriends find them though, and cling to them. Odd, they’ve never realized how annoying the girls are until
now.
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Meanwhile, Silvia believes this gala is a bust. She’s talked to absolutely everyone, but none of them are her mate. Discouraged, she’s ready to go, and starts in search of the brothers.
She finds them sitting at a table, the four of them on one side, with Christie, Vikki, and
Kimber on the other. Her three followers are pouting, looking longingly at their boyfriends
who are ignoring them.
The brothers are locked in some serious conversation.
“She’s not here,” Declan says.
“She can’t have just vanished,” Hugh says.
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“Maybe she did leave, after all,” Wes adds.
“How are you talking about?” Sylvia asked.
Conrad answers, “We found our mate.”
Silvia’s annoyance flares. They should only be focusing on me. Who is this other woman to claim all of their attention?
Clearing her throat, Sylvia starts in her most pathetic voice. “Oh, I’m so tired. This night has been filled with disappointment. I wish I could go home…”
The voice works like a charm. At once, the previous topic of discussion is paused and all
four brothers focus on me.
“I can take you home, if you are ready to leave, Sylvia,” Wes says.
“I think the five of us should go together,” Silvia says, purposefully leaving out my followers. She wasn’t going to share any of the brothers‘ attention right now.
“Of course,” Conrad says, and if he agrees, it’s basically set in stone.
Together, the five leave the gala.
Silvia held their attention for a while, but on the way home, as she was discussing how one
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of my classmates found her mate with one of the waiters tonight – how embarrassing – their focuses seem to drift once more.
She couldn’t seem to stop them from fixating on their mysterious mate.
When they reach the house, she was desperate to reclaim their attention, so she makes up a lie. “There was a Gamma tonight who was all over me. He was handsome enough, I guess, but a Gamma? How could he hope to have a chance? I turned him down, gently of course. I hope he can handle the rejection…”
Wes says then, “Could it be she knew who we were and decided to reject us?”
Hugh sighs. “What a waste. I hoped to sleep with her first. I heard sleeping with your fated mate is mind–blowing.”
“I hate these games,” Conrad growls. “If she wants to reject us, I’ll mark her first so she can’t.”
Declan’s voice is ice. “She won’t escape us. Not with me here.”
Suddenly a glass shatters.
Wes clicks on the light, revealing Ollie in the corner of the room holding a pitcher. The glass she must have been pouring water into is in pieces on the floor.
“There’s Ollie,” Hugh scoffs. “Annoying even when pouring water.”
Looking at Ollie, something clicks in Silvia’s mind. It’s after midnight, isn’t it? “Ollie, wasn’t it your birthday? Why can’t I smell your wolf?”
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