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“We’re not even done yet,” Jackson murmured as he stared down at Bell, whose eyes were closed. “There’s no going back, St. John. This is it for us. Are you ready?”

Even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t say so out loud. Tonight solidified one thing for him. Bell was his mate. There was no getting around that. The same could be said for Jackson, too. He gave a small nod of head. “Yes.” He didn’t know what else to say. Hell, he couldn’t even think clearly. Seeing Bell covered in cum did things to Christoph. He wanted to add his cum to Jackson’s. He wanted to clean her off, then jerk off on her. Fuck, with Bell, his depravity knew no bounds.

Yet, even that didn’t scare him.

“Good,” Jackson said with an amused little smirk. “Because things are about to get interesting.” He crawled over to where Christoph lay. “While Bell rests, let me help you unwind a little more.”

The second Jackson’s mouth was on Christoph’s hard dick, he groaned, relaxing back into their bed. Yes, they were just getting started...

Two weeks after the Greek Shifter Games…

“There’s not enough.” Bell Dryer shifted through the pledges and groaned. After Nico Lopez, Christoph St. John, her first potential mate, and Jackson Dalco, her second potential mate, took their spots as champions, she thought their worries were over. How could girls not flock to their sorority? Hadn’t they shown they could have a good time, stay poised, and stand up for the fundamental principles of the school? “We’ve worked so hard. What’s the point anymore?”

If anything, the night of the gala, she thought, would have encouraged more girls to join her as well. Everyone had heard about the way Christoph and Jackson claimed her on the dance floor. The not so subtle sexual tension between all three of them had exploded the minute they stepped foot inside the hotel room Christoph reserved for them, leaving her marked in the most hedonistic way.

So, why weren’t more people there?

Jackson and Christoph were popular among the student population. She was only the daughter of an Alpha—though she didn’t use her status to get what she wanted. Her father always taught her to be kind.

Show respect.

Hadn’t she done that?What’s wrong with me?

After being kidnapped by Raymond Quincy, she also learned she never wanted to be someone who led their pride with fear. With that in mind, Bell worried, she’d done herself a grave injustice after so many years of hiding herself. Fear was a crazy emotion. Yes, her parents made her talk with Brie about her experiences with the hyenas and Raymond, but it didn’t stop the dreams or the anxiety.

“Don’t get discouraged. We’ll get them.” Hayden, her cousin, best friend, and vice president of Sigma Epsilon Xi, pulled one application out of the pile and grinned. “How about this girl?” She handed the paperwork to her. Of everyone who surrounded Bell, the kinship she felt toward Hayden helped her combat some of her apprehensions. She could also freely admit she’d been jealous of her cousin. Hayden had this air about her. Even though she had a tendency to hide, there was a quiet confidence as well.

If her cousin knew what happened between her, Christoph, and Jackson the night of the gala, she said nothing. Then again, Hayden wasn’t one to pry. She also talked little about her relationship with Nico, so maybe Bell was being paranoid.

Bell shook her head, pushing aside her wayward thoughts, and glanced down at the picture attached to the application. The girl’s long, black, curly hair had been done in small twist braids weaved with hues of pink and purple. Over her right eye and down to her temple trailed a line of small paw-print tattoos while the large, round black-frame glasses perched on her nose gave her a rocker-nerd vibe.

“She speaks four languages, English, Spanish, American Sign Language, and Spanish Sign Language, and she’s human.”

“Whoa. What’s her G.P.A.?” Hope bloomed inside of Bell. The girl was exactly the person they would love to have with them.

“4.1.” Hayden scrunched up her nose. “I didn’t know anyone could get a 4.1.”

“It’s lots of work.” Bell glanced at the paper. “Let’s offer her a tour of the house, see what she thinks.” After placing Raquel’s sheet in the “maybe” pile, she grabbed another application off the stack. “What about her?”

Hayden flipped through the paperwork. “I like her.”

Joy had approached Bell after the Greek Shifter Games had finished. The slight flush to her cheeks and the way she rambled on about everything and nothing gave her an endearing quality. Then, when she said she was a water elemental, well, it sealed the deal for Bell. She wanted her to become a Sigma Epsilon Xi sister. “She’s cute. Funny. She’ll make an excellent sister.”

“Invite her.” Hayden put the applications in the invitation pile. “I wanted to talk to you about something else while we’re working on this.”

“Okay, shoot.” Bell folded her hands in her lap.

“Let’s throw a party. All the other Greek houses are. We should, too. Who knows, maybe we’ll get pledges from it.” Hayden pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Bell.

She glanced at the flyer and frowned. “I’m not sure.” She glanced around. The place, though home, could use some work. Their Greek letters had fallen off the front of the house a few days ago. The school maintenance department hadn’t reattached them, even though she’d written up the work order and dropped it off. The windows barely opened, plus the screens had long since vanished. Sometimes the water ran orange because of the old pipes, and the cracked and warped floors were less than desirable, but they called it home. “This place….”

“We’ll use the yard. Ask the guys to clean it up. We’ll do drinks and snacks. I’m sure Bodhi can deal with the music. It’ll be fun.”

The door opened a second later, and Zoe stepped inside. “What up, bitches.” Today she wore a leather vest over a white tank top, and she’d wrapped a purple bandana around one thigh of her jeans. “Why do you guys look like you’ve lost your best friends?”

“Hayden wants to throw a party.”

“Way to go!” She raised her hand for a high five, then glanced between them. “Don’t leave me hanging.”