Her Triplet Stepbrothers

"Let me go." I spat at him. He sighed. "Let's get along this time, Mia." "You wish." I struggled against him, trying to break free of his hold. "Mia," he called my name again, exasperation in his voice. "Why are the three of you unbelievable two-faced hypocrites? Presenting one image in public and acting differently from it in private. One would think that you are angels with the way you act in public. You might have your Dad and my Mum fooled but not me. You can't fool me, I know what you are like. I know the real you." * Quinn, Jack, and John, the triplets of misery from my high school days. It would be foolish to entertain the idea of liking the boys who had once bullied and treated me with disdain. They were nothing like the wolves in my dreams; now, they played the role of gentle older brothers. Learning that they were in the Navy seemed fitting, and I secretly hoped they encountered individuals stronger than themselves, who could give them a taste of their own medicine as they had done to me. Later, to my astonishment, they claimed I was their mate. "Let's keep it a secret from our parents, alright? We'll cherish you, Sis."