Chapter 6


    Chapter Six: Unknown number


    Mates.


    Just thinking about the three of them blew my mind. That such a thing as fated mates could be real and


    that I was one to three wolf shifters. It was crazy, shattering everything that I thought that I had known.


    I couldn’t help but wonder what my mom and Scott would think about all of this? That was if I ever got


    around to telling them about the men I was mated to.


    If I told them, I bet that mom would think that i had gone insane. I would think that I was if I were her.


    After hearing that, I would probably start looking into checking me into a mental hospital. I couldn’t me


    her if she did.


    Just thinking about it made me feel like I was in some crazy episode of True Blood. I would have said


    Buffy the Vampire yer, but I don’t remember ever seeing any crazy foursomes. Though the vampires


    did give off those vibes, those yummy, yummy vibes that screamed of great sex between all of them.


    Angel and Spike included.


    Wait, were vampires real? Fuck, they probably were. I was going to have to find out if I needed to start


    carrying holy water around at night. If I bumped into any, my lucktely wasn’t looking too good. I didn’t


    want to be a tasty treat for some vampire.


    Though with everything that had happened, if I did they would probably say that I was their mate too.


    My phone buzzed in my hand and I fumbled with the stic rectangle, almost dropping it before looking


    back at the screen. I


    dragged my thumb over the red circle, rejecting the call.


    Letting out a long sigh, I pulled my legs up onto the bed. What would happen if I didn’t tell my mom about


    them being shifters but introduced her and Scott to them as my boyfriends? Would that be something


    that they would be okay with?


    I mean, they had both liked Jake, even if Scott had been snarly and protective at our first dinner together.


    I could only imagine what he would say to Jason, who looked like he belonged on the cover of a mafia


    romance book; or Ryan, who was all hot daddy, drummer vibes. Or Travis whosee fuck me gaze


    was enough to be my undoing.


    Yeah, I didn’t see him weing them in with a friendly handshake. I could see my mom freaking out


    and pulling out the sage to burn to cleanse the energy. Maybe she would hand me some rocks to keep in


    my pocket for protection.


    Then again, maybe they would work. I had heard crazier stuff in the past twenty-four hours. My phone


    chimed with a text message and I swallowed hard, my throat tightening and my stomach swirling. The


    unknown number shed across the screen again, this time giving me a hint of who it was.


    Unknown number: Sweets, please pick up. I know I fucked up and I’m sorry.


    Well, that answered my question. The only person that called me sweets was Travis. What could he


    want? I mean, it was cool that he was starting to understand that I was upset. That I was hurt, but I was


    still worried that if I took the call I would give in and go back to the pack house with them.


    I wanted to go be with them, fucking being an independent woman.


    At least that’s what my heart was telling me. My brain was another story, telling me that it was too fast.


    Too soon to be feeling the things that I was feeling with them. That amazing sex and orgasms were not


    the keys to asting healthy rtionship.


    And that’s what they wanted.


    Ryan, Jason, and Travis had pretty much told me that they owned me, and deep down, I freaking loved


    it. I craved their words of praise and the dirty way they ordered me to do what they wanted as I had


    never wanted anything in my life.


    I wanted their attention.


    I wanted them to fuck me like they hated me, yet hold me close afterwards. To tell me that I was a good


    girl.


    Moving my thumb over the screen, I switched my phone to silent. I didn’t open the texts, but I watched


    them sh across the screen. If I selected them, Travis would know I had seen them. I wasn’t ready to


    talk to him or the others.


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    I worried that if I did, that hearing his voice would make me want to go to him. It was already hard


    enough not being with them. Being away from them felt like a piece of me was missing and I didn’t know


    how to exin it. It was like someone had cut off a limb that I didn’t know I had and I was just trying to


    keep going.


    To push through and ignore the difort it was causing me.


    Travis: Matilda, please talk to me.


    I shook my head, tucking my phone into the front pocket of my overnight bag with the charger. When I


    got to theke house, then I would call him back.


    Pushing myself to stand, I walked over to the closet. Opening the door and stepping inside of the small


    space. I grabbed my ck and white running shoes from the shoe rack on the floor. They were the shoes


    that I wore when I went to the gym with Charity and while they werefortable; I didn’t use them


    enough.


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    I figured once I got to the house, I could take a walk around theke to try and clear my head. There


    were plenty of walking paths on the property that I could spend days exploring them all if I wanted to.


    Losing myself in the thick woods and the dense forest that surrounded the peaceful lookingke.


    Maybe it would help? Everything was just so jumbled when I thought about Jason, Ryan, and Travis. I


    didn’t know what I was


    going to do.