An Unusual Circumstance of a Fated Throuple

Nixie's POV: I awoke with a sudden start. Ice-like water ran down my face, behind my ears and into the creases of my pillow, causing the hairs on the back of my head to stand on end. I lurched into a sitting position, my sodden nightdress clinging in the most unpleasant way to my stiff, tense body. At the sound of badly suppressed laughter, I whipped my head round and instantly spotted him. My elder brother Malachi stood near my open door gripping a now empty bucket, as our eyes met he gave in and bent almost double in sheer delight at my discomfort. "What the hell!" I yelled at him, leaping as best I could out of my saturated bed, and lunging at him, the cold water dripping erratically onto the floor and my feet. If I could, I would have shifted right then and there, but I wouldn't be able to shift until tonight. Mal was four years older than me though he was already well in tune with his wolf and abilities, so he dodged me easily. By the time my feet left my bed he had already flung his head back laughing, exited the room and hopped over the banister. He maintained eye contact with me as his head disappeared downstairs. "Happy Birthday Pixie!" I heard him say as I reached the door and slammed it closed. I inhaled deeply through my nose, held it, and let out a long exhale through tight lips, trying to calm myself and adjust to being awake. "Mal will so pay for this later!" I thought to myself as I went to my large en-suite, shuddering slightly as I peeled the wet fabric from my body. I reached out and turned my shower to hot, I hated to be cold, loathed it even, but luckily being a werewolf it wasn't something that happened often. "But trust Mal to find a way..." I stepped into the high pressure cascade of steaming water, and as it's heat sealed through me I felt my usually calm demeanor return. I thought back to what Mal had said before I'd slammed the door - happy birthday - that's right today was my eighteenth birthday. Tonight at exactly the time I was born I would finally meet my wolf for the first time, and then at exactly 10pm I would shift. I was increasingly nervous about the shift. The first shift was notoriously painful, and because I was the daughter of our packs Alpha and Luna, my shift would happen in front of the entire pack, and I really wanted them to be proud of me. It wasn't just the pack either. I shared my birthday with the son of our packs Beta - so me and Thom would shift together. As if that wasn't enough, because Mal and our future Gamma Zack were already of age, tomorrow all our parents would retire and hand the pack over. So all the Alpha's ore packs in the country had been invited, some had probably already arrived. I shuddered at the thought of being so much on display. I naturally hated the idea of having strangers stand around watching me as I stood naked waiting for every bone in my body to snap themselves apart and .... "and all in front of Thom..." I thought. That was the real issue. Our mums were best friends, and when we were born on the same day they took it as a sight that we would be Mates! It was ridiculous really, but our whole lives they'd been pushing us together, with no shame at all. I don't think he ever liked me though. I couldn't even remember a time we'd been alone together or held a private conversation, despite living in the same house. It wasn't just him, mum says that I used to follow him around when I was young, but for as long as I can remember I have defiantly - almost obnoxiously - tried to avoid being alone with him. I guess I wanted to soften the blow to her, for today when she would most likely have to accept that we were not mates. However, as much as I denied it to myself, a part of me desperately wanted her to be right, and the thought of standing naked in front of him and being forced to witness his indifference... that's what I was really nervous of. And I'd have to see him, see his gorgeous muscled body, and if I was being completely honest, I hated that he'd definitely notice how affected I truly am by him. Even now, just the thought... had a delicious heat gathering in my lower abdomen. I had seen him like that once before, my dad had asked me to get him for an important meeting about six months ago, I couldn't not, so I had made a bit of a childish show of stomping away. For some reason, when I got to his room it never occurred to me to knock, which was odd - I was normally a lot better mannered, but anyway, I just strode right up and swung it open. The first set of eyes I met were not his, they belonged to some random she-wolf from another pack, she was virtually nude with what remained of her outfit scrunched up around her middle, and she was bent over Thom's desk, her breasts hanging over the mahogany wood. I'd sucked in a breath and felt a pain in my chest. It was a memory, or rather part of a memory I really wished I could forget. I don't know what was wrong with me but, as soon as he noticed me Thom had pulled out of her and made some sort of guttural sound that was indistinguishable between a groan and a grimace. To slowly, my eyes had traveled up his frame, dwelling on each grove and dimple, his tanned skin glistening in sweat all six foot four and eleven inches of him - respectfully - till finally I reached his beautiful face, sandy blond hair stuck to his forehead, and...strangely...an apologetic look in his ocean blue eyes. Of course I didn't ask him about it, I turned and ran, red-faced and shouting something vague about a meeting, the moment I realized that I was getting wet! It was that same wetness that came over me every time the memory entered my head, the same wetness the shower was now disguising. I lent back against the glass panel and inserted a finger into it's source, with my other hand I pinched a hard pebbled n****e, and bit my lip. I moved in and out of myself, moving my free hand lower and finally using it to twirl circles around my tender button, stroking his hardened length in my mind, I came completely undone... ... A short while later, I was warmly wrapped in a fluffy towel, getting ready for the day. I put on a short blue dress, made from layers of sheer silk and lace, the neck showed a respectable amount of cleavage, and it floated past my hips in a subtle hanky hem. I paired it with plain navy ballet pumps and a sapphire pendant. Turning to look at myself in the mirror, I smiled shyly at my reflection. I had pale skin, and a little pouty mouth, my eyes were large and green, framed by long dark lashes, and my waist-length hair hung in loose ringlets in every shade of Autumn leaves. I was not ugly, but I was also not beautiful by a lot of peoples' standards. I also didn't much look like the rest of my family, and I had inherited almost nothing from my mum. I was an hour-glass build, 32DD breasts, perky round bottom, and a tiny waist line, my arms and legs were slim and toned, and I stood a mighty five foot high! Every one I knew towered over me - hence why Mal had called me Pixie earlier - I was a little shy about my appearance and really I just hoped that when I did find my mate, he wouldn't be disappointed. With that I left my room and descended the three flights of stairs to the ground floor of the pack-house, and as usual, I was the last to arrive in the kitchen for breakfast. "Bore da, (good morning) my beautiful girl, Happy Birthday!" My mother mewed, enveloping my in a firm yet gentle embrace. "Aah I see you've finally graced us with your presence." My father grins at me whilst tossing my hair, as though I was turning eight, not eighteen. I push him away but cannot help smiling up at him, I had grown up with so much love it was hard to even pretend to be annoyed by anything they did. "Enjoy your shower?" Mal's muffled voice interrupted my good mood, as I simultaneously remembered the ice bucket, and my own steamier shower after... he couldn't know about it, but that didn't stop a blush creeping across my face. Beside him, Thom seemed to smirk at me, and Zack outright laughed until our mum's all scowled in their direction and they quickly became quiet again. I walked over to the coffee machine, today definitely needed coffee, and Casey - Mal's wife, and one my favorite people passed me the cup she just finished making. "Because it's your birthday, and because for unfathomable reasons my husband became a child again this morning, you can have this one." She says with a sigh - Casey was a coffee fiend, so this was pretty huge, "I'm sorry you know I did try to convince him not to, but the man waited til I had my hands full with Arla." "Yeah, I know." I say taking the coffee cup and sipping some of the sweet hot liquid into my mouth, hoping that no one had noticed my blush, "Where is Arla anyway, I need my baby hugs?" Casey laughs, " sorry auntie, Arla is with my mum, so that I can help you prepare for tonight."