REIKA

FOUR

"Well... that was fucked up!" Arden breathed as he plummeted onto his bed after his shower. Soon after he said that, we heard a thunder that sounded like it was very far from us.

"He asked for it. If Reik hadn't done it, you know well we would have," Emm calmly replied as he organized his belongings. He and I had showered already. Emm had his luggage on the floor, beside the bed, and was taking his perfectly folded clothes one by one and placing them in the drawers. I looked down at my somewhat crumbled shirts, then back at Emmett's.

Fucking control freak!

His mate for sure would be clean and tidy, or Emm will make his life impossible. He better like having a Daddy Dom, too. Emm screams control, obedience, and devotion with aftercare. I can picture them in their immaculate clean house with gray walls and pristine white furniture.

Arden picked the bed closer to the door, Emmett's the furthest, and I remained in the middle, as always. This log cabin was small, but it had all we would need for the next three months. We would have to share the bathroom and Emm already had the cleaning schedule posted on the door.

I took five shirts at once and placed them inside my drawers before I turned to get some more. Making a pause, I spoke to Arden.

"Aren't you going to put your things away?" I gave Arden the "look" and he gave me the "face". Every time mom asked us to clean up or put things away, Arden would do flat shit. He kept playing as if nothing happened. Mom never asked us twice. If we didn't have things done on time, we would have to face Kendra. That thought alone was enough to give me the chills.

Kendra always screamed power, but an angry Kendra? Uff! One angry alpha command and you'll be shitting bricks with your head low and your tail between your legs for the rest of the week. Whenever Arden began with his shit, I would always give him a 'dude, get the fuck up and do it' look and he would reply with the 'come and make me' mocking expression.

Ass-hat!

I would rather beat his ass than face Kendra. Not even King could save us. Big ass beast with a 'fuck all, I'm the boss' attitude, but all Kendra has to do was give him a look and he would be on his knees begging for her ass, as he says. He's just like Dad. Funny how those two are so much alike. I think I used to catch Dad spaced out looking at Mom at least three times daily.

I wished it would be that way with me and my mate. So much love, so much trust. My eyes got lost and my expression softened. While squeezing the clothes I had in my hands closer to my chest, I thought of him. I wanted him. I wanted to get to know him. I needed him badly.

"Are you OK?" I had spaced out. My head turned to follow the direction of Emmett's voice.

"Yeah..." I voiced and another far rumble of thunder made the window vibrate a little.

"By now, you would have already been beating his ass down." Emm looked at Arden and my eyes traveled to him. He was still laying on his bed with both hands under his head and I shook my head.

"I need fresh air, imma gonna go for a walk." I dropped my clothes back onto my luggage and kicked it to the side.

"That might do you well, but don't go too far. You know..." Emmett started, and Arden interrupted.

"Yeah, you don't want the administration up your ass, and... Oh, yeah! And Creep Face might be still lurking." Arden lifted his head, raised an eyebrow, and narrowed an eye. He was on to me.

"I won't leave the camp..., you big idiot! It's about to rain." I lied with a soft smile. As I said that, I pretended to walk into my bed's corner, and pushed it to make it scratch on the floor so they wouldn't hear my heartbeat change as I did so. I walked all the way to the door before Emm stopped me.