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As I relax slightly, Sidney says, “We want you too, and we don’t take kindly when people fuck with what’s ours. Unless you can tell me you have absolutely no interest in the twins or I, we’re staking our claim. No one else gets to fuck you, touch you, or speak to you outside of the five of us. You’re ours to adore, punish, and take care of. There can be no other way.”

I don’t know how to process what he just said. People don’t really talk like this, right?

The knock at the door is perfunctory, because Ayden is already walking in.

Eyeing me, he looks at his sister and Sidney. “Oh hey. Based on your glazed and overwhelmed expression, I believe that Sidney told you you’re ours? I’m willing to share with the nerd and Warden, but that’s it. Your free time is already spare as it is. I want to finish my Godsdamn game of twenty questions some time this year,” he growls.

Wow… I don’t know what to make of any of this. I can tell they’re all very serious about this, but the three of them…

“You all hated me not too long ago,” I hiss. “How do you just stop feeling that?”

“We were wrong. You make us feel things we thought were long dead, even Andrya. It’s the reason she’s practically stalking your movements. Emotions outside of anger and hatred aren’t things we thought were possible. There’s no way we can ignore you,” Ayden murmurs, climbing onto the bed next to me. “We miss you when you’re not around, and that’s unacceptable. I need you to be mine, but you need them too.”

My lips part in shock, and Ayden smirks, his hand cupping the back of my neck. Kissing me, exploring my mouth, I moan as I kiss him back.

“Isn’t she just delicious?” Sidney groans, and the pure sex in his voice makes my back bow. “Fuck, you’re so responsive, too, even in pain. So damn perfect, Pet.”

“We need to talk, not fuck, and she’s on her period. No use getting us all riled up,” Andrya admonishes.

Leaning back, Ayden smiles softly at me. “Hear us out. We have to accelerate the pace of our program a little for Section B, because the Queen needs recruits in the field. We’re nowhere near that, but we need to show an effort,” he explains.

“Due to this, we are teaching the art of seduction and using your body,” Andrya says. “You’re not able to participate until you’re better and no longer on your period, but the class curriculum does expect you to have sex to practice the skills we’re discussing.”

“Okay…” I whisper, even though my stomach is in knots. The food I ate doesn’t seem like such a great idea now.

“Which leads me to this,” Sidney says. “You’re ours in every way, so you will execute the skills taught only with us.”

Blinking, I look at the three of them, trying to process that. “What?” I ask.

“No one else will touch you,” Ayden assures, kissing up my neck. “It’s not much of a consolation because some of our firsts may happen in a room full of people, and you don’t know us well.”

“But, it’s better than some limp dicked recruit touching what’s mine and making me want to stab them,” Andrya growls.

Holy fuck, I didn’t expect today to go this way at all.

Twenty-One

SILLA

My period was brutal for every single one of the five days that I had it. The Trio excused me from class for each day, but insisted that I see Patricia for bloodwork. The only upside of this week is that my headache stayed away thanks to Sidney’s herbal magic.

Andrya told me that he’s the best at working with herbs and plants, but they all have an affinity for it. It explains the hint of something that I could never place in his scent, and I still don’t know what it is. I’m assuming it’s a plant that he regularly works with.

“Silla?” I’m finally done with my period now, sitting across from Patricia to find out what my blood work reveals. I’m a little worried that I won’t like what she’ll have to say.

“Mmhm, I’m listening,” I tell her, forcing myself to focus.

“I have the results of your tests, and it seems that the birth control is making your blood pressure rise too much. This isn’t a good option for you, so I’m going to remove the implant,” Patricia says sadly.

Forcing myself to breathe, I nod. I really want Sidney in the room with me, someone who is willing to fight for me.

“Silla, breathe,” she says harshly, squeezing my hand. “There are other options available. Did you talk with the Warden or anyone about them?”

“Sidney, Ayden, and Andrya talked about what this could mean. Patricia, I don’t want to be sterilized,” I wheeze, my eyes closing as the room begins to spin.

“That’s not going to happen,” Patricia assures. “Lay down for me. It’s going to be okay…”

I can’t breathe… my heart is pounding, and my body lists to the side as I lay down. Tears run down my face as I turn away. Patricia leaves quickly, and I think about what this could mean if for some reason I’m not allowed to take the tea that Sidney recommended.