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I got out of my room to look for him when he told me he had managed to enter the mansion by telling the guards he was my friend. I couldn’t tell how someone could be so confi- dent, but I was impressed. I found him standing on the porch, probably looking around to find a way to break the door open and walk inside. I am sure that’s why he wanted to know where my bedroom was, because he thought he could find it by himself.

“Get inside.” I opened the door and held him by his shiny black jacket and pulled him into the mansion. He looked shocked at the moment, but then realized I was afraid of get- ting caught with him.

“Why did you do that?” I asked while rolling my eyes at him.

“You said I could meet you here.” He shrugged, his eyes wandering around and scanning every little detail of the man- sion.

“Fine. Come with me to my room.” I said, and he followed me in silence. I don’t know if it was a good idea to bring the stranger to my room, but I just did it.

Once he was in my bedroom, I watched his mouth form a big O.

“This room is vast. What do you do in here, play football?” he asked in amusement, taking a full circle and talking about how spacious it was.

“Colt! Sorry for earlier. I didn’t bring my teacher into the woods,” I said as I recalled how our last conversation went.

over to my bed. He jumped on it without even asking my permission first. I realized

“never mind. I will get you beer,” I offered, rushing out of my room to let out the breath I had been holding in.

can come over,” I convinced myself,

a beer, I bolted upstairs and found

I complained, slamming the closet door in his face. “You are

grabbed the can of beer out of my hands before I could

pretty upfront about his feelings and what he wanted to do.

his presence. He once again sat down on

for someone,” he said. I frowned, thinking

inquired, and he shrugged, stealing eyes from

you are not their sister. What is your relationship with them?” He asked as he finished the

I said, not finding the proper words.

all about their business and pack matters?” He asked, his eyes fixating on my

minute. You found out I live with the alpha king brothers, and you wanted to befriend me so that you could get something from me? Is that what is happening

instead of lying, he shamelessly nodded, making my jaw hit the

angry when somebody uses me.” Those words slipped my mouth as a result of the treat- ment the brothers have been giving

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