Page 72 of Tainted Wings

Chapter 22

Abby

After Isaac found mein the maze, I went back to my room, locking myself inside. I texted Zed and Leo, letting them know the guys’ fathers came back a day early.

Leo asked if I wanted him to come get me and take me back to his dorm for the rest of the day, but I declined, telling him I was just going to relax in my room and get an early night’s sleep.

I wanted to see my mates, craved them, but I also needed some time for myself to just do nothing, feel nothing.

Not even thirty minutes into the movie I put on, I passed out, not waking until noon the next day.

“Get her up then,” Luke says behind my closed door as I rub the sleep from my eyes after checking the time on my phone.

“Why? As long as she’s at supper tonight, who cares?” It’s Noah who speaks next.

“Look, my dad asked me, so here I am,” Isaac says.

“Oh my god, you both suck,” Luke says. A second later, the door handle starts to jiggle. My eyes fly wide open, the sleepy feeling now gone. Looking down, I see I’m only in my underwear. I must have gotten rid of my shirt some time in the night. Shit, shit, shit! But I don’t have time to react because the door, that I swear I locked, flies open and Luke comes swaggering in.

His eyes find mine, a smirk forming on his lips, but when he looks down to my exposed tits, his eyes widen. “Spawny. Damn. I’m loving these morning greetings that I seem to keep walking in on.”

“You can’t just–” Isaac’s voice gets cut off short when he steps in the room, his eyes going right to my boobs. I sit there, horrified, but I can’t fucking move. And what makes it even better? Noah steps around both of them, seeing what his buddies are looking at.

We all kind of just stay in silence for a moment. It’s only when my eyes flick down to see three matching bulges in their pants that I snap out of it.

“Get the fuck out!” I scream, grabbing the blanket to cover myself.

“Why do we hate her again?” Luke asks, almost a whine as he turns around and thankfully leaves.

“This house is testing my feathers, man,” Noah adds, joining his friend.

“Can I help you?” I sneer at my stepbrother as he just stands there, not saying a word.

Why is he looking at me like it’s taking everything in him not to close the door behind him and join me in my bed? He hates me. I’m hisstep-sister. Then why is it that, for the smallest moment, I want him to do just that?

“Your mom wants you to come down and help her make dessert,” Isaac finally speaks, but his voice is thick and husky.

“My mother cooks?” I ask, cocking a brow, and that gets a grin from him.

“No,” he says, with a small shake of his head. “We're having someone make supper for us tonight. But she wanted to do something for family supper, so she’s making an apple pie. How hard can it be?”

“SUPPER WAS LOVELY,”Isaac’s Heather says to his dad with a smile so wide I can’t help but roll my eyes at how hard she’s sucking up to her new soon-to-be father-in-law.

“Thank you ladies for joining us,” Gabriel, Luke’s father says, flashing a smile at all three Heathers, and I swear they swoon.

“Of course. We're so happy to be here. We're going to be family after all,” Noah’s Heather says, placing her hand on his arm. He looks down at the contact, his brows furrowing for a moment before he puts on a smile that I know is fake.

“Have you girls started wedding planning?” my mother asks, and I almost choke on the sip of water I’m taking. She flashes me a frown as I try to get my coughing under control.

“Oh, yes!” Isaac’s Heather giggles. “We have everything all planned out. We're going dress shopping in January. The shop is getting a new shipment in, and I was told they are perfection.”

Looking at the guys, I can see their bodies all tense up with this subject. They can put on an act all they want, but they don’t want to marry these women, and anyone who can’t see that at first glance is blind. They might have been talking all night like it’s something they are so excited for, but I see past all that.

“That sounds lovely,” my mother gives her a beaming smile.

“You could come with us!” Isaac’s Heather says. “Our mothers and sisters are coming, it can be a girls' day out.”

“I’d love that.”

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