FOURSOME WITH THE BOYS 1
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Kila – POV
“Maybe you could come to our room later—”
My heart stuttered at Ryker casual suggestion.
Their room? Four massive, dangerously attractive Alpha guys in one space? Yeah, no thanks. That sounded like the start of a horror movie—or a fantasy gone terribly wrong.
I forced a small nod, though every part of me was screaming absolutely not.
“Actually, I’ve got class. I should go.”
Just as I turned to leave, a sharp voice sliced through the air behind me.
“Kila Monroe. Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
I froze.
The temperature in the hallway seemed to drop five degrees as I turned slowly to face her. Headmistress Alira.
She was infamous at Alpha Academy. Cold, strict, and terrifying in a way that made even full-blooded wolves tread carefully. Her piercing gaze always made my skin crawl—like she could see straight into my soul and didn’t like what she found.
“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady.
Her eyes narrowed, disgust flashing in them. “Sorry? For what? Being surrounded by four boys?”
Before I could speak, the brothers casually stepped forward and nodded in greeting, completely unbothered.
To my surprise, her entire demeanor shifted. Her frown softened into a tight-lipped smile. She gave them a respectful nod, like they were royalty.
What in the double standards…
“And why exactly are you with them?” she asked again, this time with suspicion laced into her clipped words.
“She’s our mate,” Dax said with a smile that looked too innocent to be real.
Alira’s gaze flicked sharply to me, then back to the brothers. I saw something shift in her eyes—shock, confusion…maybe even fear?
“But she’s…” she began.
“Human,” Adam finished, his tone flat and unapologetic.
I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole. I had no idea how to stand in this situation—what to say or how to breathe. All I wanted was to disappear into the nearest crack in the wall.
The Headmistress exhaled slowly, then turned her disapproving stare back on me.
“Well, that’s none of my concern. Go to class. Now.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I spun on my heel and practically sprinted down the hallway, heart pounding.
When I reached the classroom door, I hesitated—afraid of the looks, the whispers, the judgment. I kept my head down and hovered by the entrance, hoping to fade into the background.
Then I heard a familiar voice.
“Hey! Over here—sit with me!”
I looked up, startled.
It was Rhea, waving from her seat near the back. She’d saved me a spot. Her silver hair glowed under the classroom lights, and her smile was so warm it made my chest tighten.
Gratefully, I made my way over, sliding into the seat beside her.
“Rough morning?” she asked with a teasing glint in her eye.
“You have no idea,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips.
Somehow, being next to her made it feel a little less like my world was spinning out of control.
Flashback Scene
The walls of my old bedroom were always cold. Really cold, like the northern part
Not from the weather, but from the silence that clung to every corner—thick, heavy, and suffocating. I used to lie there, staring at the peeling ceiling paint, pretending the cracks were stars and I was somewhere else. Somewhere warm. Safe. Loved.
Back then, I didn’t know magic or Werewolf was real. I only knew pain was.
My stepfather wasn’t cruel in the way you read about in fairy tales. He didn’t scream or beat me. He just made sure I always knew I wasn’t wanted. That I was a burden. A ghost walking through a house I had no right to call home.
“You’re not like other girls,” he’d say, voice dripping with disdain and hate. “Always so... strange.”
Every time he looked at me, I saw the same thing I saw in most people’s eyes: confusion, irritation, fear.
My mom had vanished when I was ten. One day she was there—whispering stories about moon spirits and forest guardians—and the next, gone like smoke. No note. No body. Just her silver necklace left on my pillow, still warm like she'd just taken it off.
Some nights I’d lie awake, clutching that necklace so tight it left marks on my palm, wondering if she was still out there. If she’d ever come back for me.
Spoiler alert: she didn’t.
So when the letter from Alpha Academy came, sealed with gold wax and smelling faintly of pine and magic, I thought it was a prank.
And when the mark appeared on my arm the next morning, I cried.
Not because I was afraid—but because for the first time in years, I felt something stir inside me. Like maybe… I wasn’t so alone after all.
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Present
The class finished in a hurry—a quick time than I imagined.
I left class with thoughts pacing through ny mind.
I blinked out of the memory as I reached the path leading toward my dorm. The sky above Alpha Academy had shifted again—shades of lavender and silver bleeding into one another, casting long shadows over the trees. It always looked like dusk here, like the world refused to fully wake or sleep.
I sighed, tugging my hoodie tighter around me.
Then I stopped.
All four of them—Adam, Caleb, Dax, and Ryker—stood in front of the dorm building like a living wall of testosterone and intimidation. They didn’t speak. Just stared at me like they were waiting. Or blocking.
“What… are you doing here?” I asked carefully.
“We need to talk,” Adam said, voice like frost.
“Not out here,” Caleb added, jaw tight.
“Come to our room,” Dax offered with a small, nervous smile—so unlike his usual cocky charm.
My instincts screamed no. But my curiosity—and that annoying spark inside my chest whenever they were near—whispered go.
And maybe, just maybe… I was tired of being alone.
So I nodded, quietly falling into step behind them as they turned and walked away from the dorms. Four powerful Alphas. One very confused, maybe-magical girl.
This was probably a mistake.
But something deep inside me—older than fear, stronger than doubt—knew that whatever was waiting behind that door…
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