Sofia’s POV
I ran to the quadruplets’ room. It was going to be our birthday next week, and I needed to let them know that I would be attending for the first ti ever.
"It’s our birthday next week, so what’s the plan?" I asked as I opened the door and walked into their chambers without knocking.
Dylan was by the little study in the corner, looking at so papers. He scratched his head every now and then, probably confused by whatever he was reading.
Damon and Desmond were on the bed, talking about sothing so intensely that they didn’t even notice that I had entered.
Damon was looking disgusted, as if he didn’t want to hear what Desmond had to say.
When Damon finally saw , he smiled widely. The usual smile that reached his ears and smile that I fell in love with the mont I saw him.
I ran toward the bed, and he opened his arms. I threw myself onto him and gave him a really deep hug.
I turned to Desmond and touched his cheek gently, but it looked like he wasn’t happy to see . He was being cold to his golden girl, and I didn’t understand why he was like that.
"Why are your eyes watery? Were you crying?" Damon asked, he pulled closer to hem and checked my face from side to side.
Desmond and Dylan both turned to look at , and I quickly denied it, shaking my head imdiately.
"No. Sothing got into my eyes, and I was itching it," I lied as I blinked hurriedly so that the rest of the tears would disappear.
I couldn’t tell them what my father had done. Because that would an I would have to explain everything in details. Which ant telling them that my father had spoken about killing Heaven and I couldn’t risk them turning against completely. Not now that Desmond and Dylan were giving cold shoulders.
Damon nodded, he believed but Desmond and Dylan narrowed their eye. It was very obvious that they didn’t buy it.
I smiled awkwardly and looked away from them hoping that they wouldn’t ask and demand for the real truth.
"Hayden allowed you to celebrate your birthday?" Dylan asked from the corner trying to change the topic. He was genuinely confused that my father would ever agree to it.
"Yes! Father said I could celebrate my birthday with all of all of you. I’m really happy, Dylan. I can’t wait for next week ," I said as I put my fingers through Damon’s hair.
I was really excited for next week. I was sure it would be the best day of my life.
"That’s really rare of Hayden to ever agree to this but I’m glad, though," Desmond said, smiling at , but it wasn’t his usual smile that reached his eyes. It was the mortal jingle if smile you give to soone who you know and not soone you love.
"So what is going to be my present?" I asked, trusting my fingers on Damon’s chest seductively.
Damon grabbed my waist and brought closer to him. His mouth moved closer to my ear and I felt his breath on it.
"How about thirty crazy rounds of unforgettable sex," he whispered, but it was loud enough for Desmond who was nearby to hear.
Desmond rolled his eyes playfully and put his index finger in his ear as if he was innocent and didn’t know what we were talking about and smiled.
"I like the sound of that but I think I’ve got a better idea," I said.
"How about I move to this wing so that you can devour whenever you want to, instead of coming all the way from the North Wing?" I said, trying to sound seductive and not desperate.
I pressed my lips together, hoping that they would agree to it. My father had slapped because I wasn’t in this wing. If I could just get them to say yes, maybe I could prove to him that I wasn’t completely worthless and stupid like he thought I was.
Damon and Desmond paused and looked at each other.
"Okay. But we all know that Uncle wouldn’t like the idea," Damon said tilting his head to the side.
"Right! He’s going to be like, ’The East Wing is only for Alphas and Lunas, and it’s no place for a mistress,’" Dylan said in a mocking voice as he tried to mimic Beta Lucian’s deep voice .
It was the funniest attempt ever because he actually got it perfectly.
I laughed for a while but stopped and looked down feeling suddenly extrely sad.
"Hey, baby girl. Are you okay?" Damon asked noticing how sad I was.
He lifted my chin with his finger, forcing to et his gaze. I opened my blue eyes as seductively as I could and looked up at him sadly.
"You know I don’t like it when your beautiful eyes look so sad," he said as he kissed each of my eyes and then my lips.
"I know. But I don’t like being called your mistress. Why don’t you claim as yours officially?" I said looking into his eyes.
I saw Dylan and Desmond turn to look at like I had said sothing impossible, when I have witnessed so many Alphas claim wolves that weren’t their mates. It happened all the ti. Why couldn’t they do it for ?
"We can’t do that, Sofia," Desmond said as if he was irritated.
I turned to him frowning. "Why not? A lot of Alphas do it. Besides, you love a lot, so why not?"
"Because we just found our mate, and it’s too soon to be claiming another," Damon said slowly.
The words hit hard and my heart was tight, but I tried not to let it show on my face.
He took my hand and his thumb stroked the back of my hand slowly. "We’ll think about it. Okay?"
I nodded. "Okay."
The room fell quiet and it was really awkward. Damon still held my emwaist tightly. I looked to the side at Desmond and Dylan. They looked like they had a lot to say but they were holding it still.
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