My Quadruplet Bullies To Mates

Was Malcolm Gonna Kiss Me?

Mika

I arrived at the pack house well after the festivities, and my shift had begun, my heart racing with the hope that no one would take notice of my late entrance.

The sounds of laughter and music spilled from the open doors, starkly contrasting the quiet determination driving me. As I stepped inside, I immediately set to work, my focus shifting to the duties at hand. I fixed my gaze on the floor, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might notice me.

The air was thick with the lingering scent of food and the faint echoes of celebration, a reminder of the joy happening beyond the walls that I couldn't join in.

I moved through the spacious house, meticulously cleaning up the remnants left by the pack members—dropped napkins, half-finished drinks, and scraps of food strewn across the floor.

Each sweep of my clothes felt like an attempt to erase my presence as the revelry outside continued unabated, filled with shouts and cheers that made my isolation inside all the more poignant.

Despite the mountain of cleaning, I faced after the lively celebration, I felt a sense of relief knowing that the maids were diligently carrying out their tasks.

It was a welcome change to have help instead of everything being left for me to manage alone. As I was scrubbing the floors of the grand halls, lost in my thoughts about the event, I unexpectedly ran into Alpha Max and Alexa.

Without warning, Alexa lunged at me, her fierce expression filled with mischief and intent to provoke. Just as I braced myself for her verbal onslaught or horrible torment, I was taken aback when Alpha Max stepped in.

With a commanding presence, he shielded me from her antics, effectively ending the confrontation. His unexpected intervention left me both surprised and grateful, adding a layer of complexity to the dynamics between us.

I persisted with my responsibilities as the sounds of revelry echoed throughout the venue, marking the spirited celebration that had taken over after Max and Alexa departed. The hours dragged on, and the atmosphere buzzed with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses, promising a long night ahead for me.

As I made my way to the Alpha floor to collect the scattered laundry, the hustle and bustle of the festivities faded into the background. Just then, I unexpectedly collided with Malcolm, his presence suddenly and imposing.

I stumbled slightly from the impact, feeling the jolt course through me, but he swiftly reached out, his steady grip catching me before I could fall. His supportive hold steadied me, and I took a moment to regain my balance, surprised by the sudden encounter.

Malcolm’s face was mere inches from mine, and I could see the warmth in his eyes, contrasting with the uncertainty swirling in my mind. As he leaned in closer, the air around us thickened, charged with anticipation, and I could almost feel my heart racing in sync with the moment.

Nervous butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I fought to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions crashing over me. “Malcolm,” I said softly, hoping to reach us through the haze. My voice felt tentative, yet it echoed in the room's stillness.

As I called his name, he immediately halted, the look on his face shifting from intent to surprise. His eyes once focused on the path we seemed to be heading down, now locked onto mine, filled with confusion and thoughtfulness. It felt as though time paused briefly as we shared an unspoken connection, each grappling with the significance of what was happening between us.

"Forgive me, Mika. I don’t know what came over me just then," Malcolm said, his voice steady and calm. He stepped back, releasing his grasp on my arm, and walked away with deliberate composure.

I stood there, bewildered, grappling with the unexpected warmth of his touch, which lingered on my skin like a gentle flame. It was a feeling that made me feel whole as if a piece of me had been awakened.

As I watched him retreat, my mind raced with confusion and unspoken questions. I shook off the sensations swirling inside me, pushing them into the recesses of my mind. There were responsibilities to attend to, duties I couldn't neglect, or it would land me in trouble, and right now, trouble was the last thing I needed.

As the clock struck midnight, laughter and music echoed through the grand hall and outside, though half of the guests had already made their way home.

The rhythmic beat of the party felt like a distant drum to me as I sat slumped in a chair, utterly exhausted and increasingly aware of my gnawing hunger. All I could think about was finally crawling into bed and surrendering to sweet sleep.

Yet, my duties kept me tethered to this chaotic celebration. I knew I couldn’t leave until every last guest had departed, leaving me alone to tackle the mountain of cleanup waiting in the wings.

Every so often, I forced myself to rise, wandering through the dimly lit corners of the pack house and peering outside into the cool night air. I scoured the first floor, my eyes darting to each table and lounge area, searching for stray dirty dishes or forgotten glasses to carry back to the kitchen.

The clinking of glass and the smell of spilled drinks wafted around me, a reminder of the merriment that had just unfolded, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to hurry and clean up to find peace in the quiet aftermath.

As the glow of the moon shone through the kitchen window, I found myself standing at the sink, the rhythmic clinking of dishes echoing softly in the background. The soapy water swirled around my hands, and before I knew it, my eyelids grew heavier, succumbing to the weariness that enveloped me. It wasn't until laughter jolted me awake that I realized I had dozed off, my head nearly resting against the cool porcelain of a plate.

The Alpha quadruplets were gathered behind me from a distance, a mixture of amusement and feigned disapproval written across some of their faces. Mark stepped forward, hands on his hips, with a smirk that belied the seriousness of his tone. “Look at what we have here! Mika is lazy again. How often will I catch you asleep when you should be working?”

His voice was cold but carried an unmistakable hatred, and I instinctively lowered my gaze, heat rising to my cheeks as I felt the familiar pang of shame.

Here I was, supposed to be working, yet once again, I had succumbed to the allure of a quick nap while trying to chip away at my chores. The pile of sudsy dishes in front of me seemed to mock my fatigue, and I sighed, silently cursing my inability to stay awake and complete my tasks.

"That's enough, so just back off, Mark; Mika truly deserves our respect—she’s one of the most dedicated workers in this house," Max said gently. At that moment, I looked up and caught Max's kind gaze, feeling a wave of warmth and support wash over me.

"Why are you being nice to this omega?" Mark yelled. "Don't you know Mika is a sweetheart and doesn't deserve the horrible treatment she has gotten? Mika, finish up the dishes, and then you can share my bed with me," Mathew expressed.

"Watch your mouth, Mathew," Malcolm informed him. "I was just being nice to her," Mathew expressed. “Mika, I know you've had a long day working hard nonstop. You deserve a chance to celebrate, so please finish here and head home,” Malcolm said gently.

I hurried to wash the last few dishes in the sink, my heart full of gratitude for the Alphas. “I’d like to walk you home. It’s late, and I wouldn’t want you out here alone,” Max said with concern.