Siren Alpha✔️ [A mmf shifter story]

Chapter Twenty-One: Coloured Spots.

I have a weird obsession with colored hair. Bwahaha. Even though my skin tone resists. Oh well...
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Freya

"Guess what?" I asked as I entered Feral and shut the heavy door behind me.

Dustin looked up from his laptop, Riley came out of his office. It was 4pm and the club was thankfully empty.

"What?" Riley asked. He narrowed his eyes at the head sock and hoodie(extra protection) covering my head. "What did you do?" he drawled suspiciously.

Dustin closed his computer and rose from his chair. "Freya?"

"Where did Tristan take you?" Riley asked slowly.

"To his hairdresser."

Dustin cursed.

Riley fought so hard to wipe any expression from his face, but failed miserably. "Did you...uhhh--" he took a deep heavy breath, "--please, Freya, just tell us if you cut it," he rushed out.

The past three weeks I had been dropping hints here and there about my dissatisfaction with my hair. My father had made sure it stayed long-- as with all my siblings, brothers and sisters, alike. The whole my-hair-is-not-my-own thing had weighed heavily on my shoulders my whole life.

Now though, I was a claimed female-- sort of-- and my mates were not douches. Therefore, it stood to reason that I could change my hair and no one would not get mad.

It was my hair, was it not?

But standing there facing them, I started to wonder: Should I have asked first? What if they hated it? What if they got mad? Would they lash out? Send me away? I really doubted they would hit me, but what if? I had not known them for very long. We were still learning each other. Two months was a short time to claim to know someone.

My panic must have shown on my face because Riley sighed and said, "Breathe, Freya. We don't mind, as long as you're happy."

"Yeah," said Dustin. "He's right. Just show us. I'm sure we'll love it. You're so beautiful, you'll look good even if you had a mo-hawk on your head."

I smiled at that.

They were now standing right in front of me.

Riley felt my head through the thick fabric and grinned at Dustin. "Hey, she's not bald."

I laughed, leaning into Dustin. "No I'm not bald, handsome." I mumbled, raking my hands down his chest.

He leaned down and kissed me, softly at first, then not so soft, but hard and fast. I lost myself and found that I forgot everything. Where I was. How I had gotten there. And most importantly, why.

I forgot everything, but I could not forget Riley. Simply because it was Riley.

I was always aware of both my mates. I could feel their presences in my bones. A constant fire I allowed engulf me. Pretty soon I would be able to sense their feelings and emotions as clearly as night and day. And after that, probably after years, I will be able to hear their thoughts.

But that could only happen after we mated for real, and they put their marks on me, and I put mine on them, but Dustin was not ready yet.

He pulled back from the kiss leaving me dazed and light-headed.

"Are you gonna show us?" Dustin asked.

I nodded.

Riley chuckled when I stayed disoriented and did nothing except stand there and stare. "Should I remove this?" he asked, his finger at the edge of the hood and headsock.