Thirteen

Brielle swiftly spun to face the direction of the commotion, only to see one of the triplets storm raiding towards her. With his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw sharper than a knife, it was obvious he was furious.

Gasps echoed throughout the room as each conversation came to a halt, choosing to focus their attention on them instead.

As the triplet tried to take another step closer, his two brothers abruptly grabbed either shoulder to hold him back. The look of concern was evident on their faces, but Brielle noticed a hint of irritation too. Were they mad at their brother or her?

“I told you not to dance with him.” Ocean muttered in infuriation, but Brielle brushed her off. In her wolfs eyes, it appeared to be one rule for her and another for them.

Brielle’s eyebrows quirked as she wore an unimpressed expression, whilst she calmly watched the scene unfold.

The triplet’s chest aggressively puffed in and out as he listened to the whispers from his brothers. The corners of Arlen