Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 61 One More Night Of Torture. (Genevieve Swan)
After that incident, I made a pa*ssing remark and continued walking, heading back home with them trailing close behind me. Throughout the journey, I overheard them bickering amongst themselves about various topics.
Once I reached home, I was surprised to find the living room filled with ropes and chains.
“I am sorry, maybe we are at the wrong house,” Caspian tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but it fell flat, met with silence instead of laughter.
“What’s going on here?” I asked Wolvin, who lifted his head but quickly looked away, seemingly avoiding eye contact.
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“Go change first. I can almost see your body,” Wolvin commented, causing me to tightly shut my eyes in embarra*ssment. I scolded myself for feeling so foolish.
“Dude, you’re not supposed to make greatness sway,” I heard Caspian quip as I walked away, leaving me to wonder what he meant by that comment.
In the bathroom, I immersed myself in the information I had received today- an Elf confessing that he had been paid to keep an eye on me. It felt strange, but what could I do now that I had lost him?
As for my mates, I couldn’t help but notice how easily they seemed to get turned on whenever they were around me. I wondered if they were developing feelings for me, but I quickly shook my head, not wanting to entertain the idea too much. I didn’t want to raise my hopes, only to have them shattered in the end.
After dressing in blue shorts, a white tank top, and a white hoodie, I felt more composed and left the room, finding my mates still gathered around Wolvin. “I need to secure the area to ensure those elves don’t get close to us again,” Wolvin stated with evident displeasure, referring to the mysterious creatures.
“But why would they want information about me? Who would have an interest in knowing about me?” I inquired, gently rubbing my chin as I pondered the perplexing situation.
“Wow, what a confident princess! Perhaps they were interested in getting information about us,” Caspian chimed in, but he quickly caught himself, realizing he was falling into his habit of making jokes at inappropriate times. “I’m just kidding. Goddess, I can’t even joke anymore?” Caspian glanced at everyone before focusing on Bellamy, who couldn’t help but smirk before glancing my way.
“It’s not appropriate to make light of everything she says,” Bellamy retorted, using the opportunity to strike back at Caspian.
“If your alpha egos allow it, can we focus on the possibilities of who might be spying on us?” Emre rolled his eyes, clearly fed up with the constant bickering.
“Maybe it’s her father,” Wolvin mumbled, but he didn’t raise his head to meet anyone’s gaze.
“Why would my father want to spy on me?” I started to say, but a possibility dawned on me, and I paused, contemplating the idea. It was plausible, after all.
“Hmm, or is he spying on us to check if we’re doing a great job?” Caspian interrupted again, causing my head to spin with even more possibilities.
The mystery of who might have hired Finch to spy on us deepened, leaving us all with lingering questions and growing suspicions. As the discussion shifted to attending dinner, Bellamy noticed my expression drop and I let out a sigh.
“Why do you always seem so upset whenever we talk about going to your mansion? Is it because of your father’s new mate, or have you always been uncomfortable there? I can’t recall,” Bellamy finally commented, realizing that I had always appeared reluctant about going to my home, even before we learned about their mating ceremony.
Caspian joined in, reminiscing, “Yeah, remember when she resisted attending the dinner before, and we thought she was trying to make us suffer? I don’t think that was the real reason.”
“Come on, just tell us what you’re hiding,” Caspian insisted, his eyes narrowing with suspicion as they both pressed me for answers. My mind was conflicted, torn about whether to reveal the truth or not.
“I’m going to go get ready; you guys can gossip,” I finally said, leaving the living room. Once I found solitude in the bathroom, panic began to engulf me.
Today, I dreaded facing Monique’s wrath. I couldn’t shake the fear that she might still be angry with me for my inappropriate reaction to the news of their mating ceremony. These thoughts swirled relentlessly in my mind as I picked out a blue dress to wear. Hours later, we found ourselves in a luxurious Lamborghini, heading towards the mansion.
“Your father sure knows how to spend money, huh? The entire pack seems to suffer while he indulges in cars and luxury items,” Bellamy remarked, glancing around the opulent car with disapproval.
“Our pack never suffers. The starvation theory is a rumor,” I found myself saying, drawing on the rea*ssurance Monique had given me about the well-being and happiness of our pack members. However, as my words reached their ears, I witnessed them exchange incredulous glances and break into laughter. It wasn’t the first time they had dismissed my father’s h*ard work and dedication.
Upon arriving at the mansion, I noticed my father wasn’t present to receive us at the gate, and the disapproval on my mates’ faces was evident.
“Wow! He doesn’t even come to the door to greet his sons-in-laws,” Caspian muttered under his breath, while Wolvin, the last to enter the mansion, was met only by the departing maids and servants, a clear sign that nobody held him in high regard.
“Ah! How are you boys?” Mr. Browning, Kit’s father, arrived to warmly welcome them as my curiosity got the better of me. While they engaged in conversation at the e*ntrance, discussing my father and Monique’s business and their tardiness, I realized it was the opportune moment to check if my other room was now accessible. Sneaking away from their sight, I hurried upstairs, heading straight for the hallway where my mother’s room was located–a place I had always been forbidden to enter.
To my surprise and relief, the door stood ajar. It seemed that Monique had been using it to retrieve some belongings and had forgotten to lock it again. I couldn’t resist the urge to step inside. The feeling was overwhelming; it had been so long since I had set foot in my mother’s room.