Four Mates & A Tribrid

Chapter 6

Harley's POV

What the fuck did I just do? I exhaled sharply, pacing back and forth in the small treehouse on the edge of the academy grounds. I had built it out of sight a year ago and luckily no one had found it yet.

I kissed her. Why did I kiss her?! I gripped my hair in my hands, frustrated with myself. I lost control. I should have never followed her out there. But I couldn't leave her alone, going into those woods.

I hated myself at that moment. I knew what was in those woods, and I knew what would come tomorrow. But she didn't. I should say something, but I knew she was most likely going to go to the authorities. It wouldn't help, believe me, I tried.

No. I had to act like I didn't see anything when tomorrow comes. I didn't owe her anything. Then why did you kiss her?

I shook my head at the memory of her lips on mine. The feeling of her delicate fingers running over my wings. They twitched at the memory, making me instantly hard again.

I felt anger well up inside of me. "You idiot," I said aloud to myself. "She's not your mate. You ruined everything."

I felt my heart crack a little at the thought that I gave away something that was solely meant for my destined mate. Would she hate me?

I mean yeah I've been with girls, but that was before I grew into my powers and learned what a mate was. I haven't so much as hugged another woman in four years. What is it about Maeve that drives me crazy? That makes me lose control.

I sighed, deciding not to think about it tonight. I stretched my wings and soared up into the sky. I could tell that the sky was getting more and more bright the longer I stayed out here, so I made my way back to the dorms.

A part of me wanted to sneak back into the woods to watch the rest of the ceremony take place, but I didn't. I was still stuck in the same place that I was months ago. I still couldn't figure out who the faces were under the hoods. It just didn't make any logical sense. But of course, it wasn't logical. It was magic for fuck's sake.

I quietly opened the cracked window in the dorm, noticing Maeve's small body facing the wall in her bunk. I couldn't help but stare until I noticed green eyes watching me from underneath her bunk.

"Late night?" Daxon asked with humor dancing in his eyes.

I ignored him, hopping onto my bunk, and laying down. I closed my eyes but not before hearing his muttered curse. "Lucky bastard." At that, I couldn't help the smug grin on my face before I fell fast asleep.

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Maeve's POV

My eyes opened the same moment my alarm clock went off. There was no way that I was going to be running late again. My gaze unconsciously swung over to Harley's bed, noticing it was already empty. I sighed, rubbing my face as if I could erase everything that happened last night. I couldn't tell which was worse. The kiss with Harley or the death of my classmate. Actually, nevermind.

The door swung open as Daxon strode in the room with a towel around his waist. My eyes couldn't help but greedily take in every inch of exposed skin on his body. His toned chest and arms had a light speckling of freckles, while his damp orange-red hair looked as if it was on fire. Actually-

"Is your hair on fire?" I asked in a sleepy voice as I stared at him unashamedly.

His eyes met mine in surprise before he smirked. "You got your magic to dry your hair, I have my fire."