Chapter 10
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~Jasmine~
The sunlight in this penthouse was way too loud, probably because its majorly glass walled hence see through.
I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head wishing to go back to sleep. The bed felt nice, too nice, soft and plush, but my brain itself felt like it had been put through a fricking blender.
That drink from last night, the one hot and irresistible Mr Caspian has given me, was definitely a bad idea.
Beside me, Freya stirred, her voice when she spoke sounded just as miserable as I felt.
"Are we dead? Because if this is heaven, it’s way too bright and my head hurts, I think my brain is trying to escape through my ears.” She said.
"Not dead. Just hungover. And currently trespassing in a rich hot guy’s house, ” i replied.
"Right. The triplets! The penthouse!" Freya sat up, clutching her head and looking around the room. It was huge, bigger than our entire dorm suite back at campus. "I still can’t believe we slept here Jas,we should probably get moving."
We spent the next thirty minutes stumbling through showers and trying to make ourselves look like functioning human beings.
My green eyes looked a little bloodshot, and my golden curls were a mess of tangles, but once I splashed some cold water on my face, I felt a little more like myself.
We crept out of the guest wing, our footsteps silent on the smooth tiles, and headed toward the main living area.
The living room flowed straight with a massive kitchen by the side, Caspian and Rhett were sprawled across a giant L-shaped sofa, looking way too relaxed for ten in the morning.
Sofia was in the kitchen area of the living room. She was wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and tiny shorts, her hair pulled into a messy bun, and was waving a spatula around like a weapon.
"I’m telling you, Sofia, the smoke alarm is not a kitchen timer. If it starts beeping, you’ve already lost the war." Caspian said mockingly, He looked soo yummy with his bare chest and just shorts.
"Shut up, Caspian! I’ve got this. The eggs are fine. The bacon is... mostly fine. Just keep your comments to yourself before I make you eat the burnt parts!"
"It’s not my fault you treat a frying pan like an enemy combatant. Just let me order in. We can have five-star catering here in twenty minutes."
"No! I want to do something. It’s a simple breakfast. How hard can it be to flip an egg?"
"Evidently, very hard. I can see the black edges from here, Sof. You’re a hazard to the structural integrity of this building."
Rhett didn't look up from his tablet, but he laughed out loud. "Give it up, Cas. You’re not surprised. She’s never had to hold a spatula a day in her life until she got to school.”
"I am trying to do something nice here guys! We have guests! I’m not letting them eat cold cereal because you think I’m incompetent."
"I don't think you're incompetent at cooking, Sof. I know you are. You’ve spent your whole life having people bring you silver platters. It’s hard to unlearn being royalty."
Freya and I stopped in our tracks. I felt my jaw drop.
"Wait... royalty?"
The living room went quiet. Caspian and Rhett looked up,Sofia stopped mid-flip, her face turning a bright shade of pink that matched the strawberry print on her tee. They’d been so wrapped up in their bickering they hadn't even noticed anything else.
"Oh! You guys are awake! Good morning! Sleep well?"
"Sofia... did Rhett just say royalty? As in... literal royalty?" I asked genuinely curious or was ot just a joke?
Sofia waved the spatula frantically. "No! No, no. Nothing like that. My family is just... well, they’re a royal werewolf line. Very boring. Lots of rules. That’s why I’m here. I just want to be a normal student."
"She’s royalty, alright," Rhett muttered, finally looking up with a smirk. "Which is why she thinks a spatula is a magic wand."
"Rhett, I will actually throw this egg at you!"
"Go ahead. You’d probably miss and hit the ceiling."
Caspian laughed, he stood and walked over to us. He didn't have a single tattoo on his arms, just clean, strong muscle. He looked at me, and for a second, those honey-coloured eyes filled with adoration made me forget about my slight headache.
"Ignore us. We've been at it since six a.m. Sit down, eat what you can, but if it tastes that bad, I’ll take you out for real food later."
Ohh.. he's so sweet! I thought to myself drowning into his eyes.
Get a grip Jasmine!
We sat, and for a few minutes, it actually felt normal. We were just five people having a messy breakfast. Sofia was still grumbling about the eggs, and Caspian was still teasing her.
Then the front door exploded open
Two guys walked in first, struggling with heavy suitcases, looking exhausted. But it was the other two behind them that stopped my world to an absolute standstill, they were gorgeous and hot!
They looked exactly like Caspian. Same face, same height, same presence. But the vibe around each was completely different.
The first one had a softer, boyish face and eyes as blue as a summer sky. That had to be Lucien. He looked like the kind of guy who could charm his way out of anything.
The second one... he was a wall of muscle. He was even broader than the other two triplets, he had dark, intricate tattoos climbing up his neck and down his arms. His eyes were dark, almost black, and they looked too serious… must be the Kalean brother.
They stepped into the room, and then it happened.
They both stopped dead in tracks as if struck by lightning. Their heads snapped toward my direction at the exact same time. I saw them inhaling sharply, their chests expanded as they took in the air.
"MATE!"
The word was roared in unison. It was so loud it made the glasses on the counter rattle. Lucien’s blue eyes and Kalean’s dark ones were locked directly onto me.
"What?"
Caspian stood up so fast his chair flipped over. His honey eyes were wide with total shock. He looked at his brothers, then back at me, his face pale.
"She’s your mate? Both of you? She's mine too!"
I sat there, frozen with a fork halfway to my mouth. Freya’s eyes were the size of dinner plates, and Rhett actually dropped his glass of juice down.
Even the two guys with the luggage were staring at me now.
I looked at Caspian. Then Lucien. Then the terrifying, tattooed Kalean.
Three werewolves. One girl who couldn't even smell them back.
"Oh no," Freya whispered, her voice shaking.
"Jas, you're so dead…"
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