“You’ve seen my other brother. Just because I dress and look similar to him doesn’t mean I am him.”
I frowned. “Huh! Why are you this…”
Suddenly, a thought came to me.
I looked at him closely and noticed he was someone else.
Mate!
He is my mate, too?
“Huh! Why?...How? And…Are you guys triplets?” I stammered.
“Yes! Not technically but yes, and you thought I was Eyolf.” He calmly spoke.
Now that I think about it, he doesn’t have a scar beneath his jaw.
Wait up! Not technically? Were they more of them?
“Sorry, I thought you were Eyolf.”
“And you are my mate.” He said again with a bored tone. “This is the worst day of my life.” He murmured.
How dare he? Worst day of his life?
“And?” I asked confidently. “How did you find me?”
Why were these brothers the worst jerks ever on the pl
