My Quadruplet Bullies To Mates

Why Is Mika On My Mind?

Malcolm

After I had that deep and meaningful conversation with Max about Mika, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It was therapeutic to confide in someone who genuinely understood me.

That evening, after we finished dinner, Max approached me with a look of determination in his eyes. He had taken it upon himself to visit Mika in an attempt to understand the strange emotions that had been troubling me.

Max recounted his visit with a mix of apprehension and intrigue. He explained that during their conversation, he, too, had found himself grappling with an inexplicable connection to Mika that he couldn't quite place.

It was almost as if we were trapped by a mysterious pull toward her, leaving us puzzled and yearning for answers. This shared sentiment created an unspoken bond, heightening our awareness of the situation.

Standing there, we acknowledged the tension built up over the past few weeks. We'd intentionally maintained our distance from Mika, believing that the multitude of pressures we were facing—graduation looming on the horizon, the significance of turning 18, the anticipation of gaining our wolf forms, and the considerable weight of the upcoming Alpha ceremony—were influencing our emotions and perceptions.

It felt like the stress was forming a barrier, causing us to misinterpret our feelings. After some contemplation, Max and I agreed that it might be best to let go of our current curiosities and focus on navigating this transitional phase in our lives together.

I was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation as graduation day approached, marking a significant milestone for all of us. This ceremony represented the beginning of our new lives, a chance to step into the future we had dreamed about for so long.

When I arrived at the school, the atmosphere was buzzing with energy and laughter, but I didn't expect to see Mika. She was the type to shy away from the spotlight, preferring the sidelines, especially in a sea of enthusiastic graduates and their families.

As I scanned the crowd, my heart skipped a beat when I spotted Mika standing in line with the other graduates, her lengthy hair glinting in the sunlight. She seemed somewhat hesitant, clutching her shirt as if it would give her strength.

Just then, I noticed Alexa approaching her, a smirk on her lips. The look in Alexa's eyes sent a shiver down my spine; it was as if she intended to confront Mika, and I instantly feared for her safety. Would she provoke Mika, or was she planning something worse? I felt a surge of protectiveness and knew I had to intervene before things escalated.

The air felt thick and tense when Alexa casually dismissed Mika, referring her as a nobody. That comment struck a nerve in me, and I couldn't hold back my frustration any longer.

I turned to Mika to clarify the misunderstanding and emphasize that every member of our pack holds significant value—no one deserves to be belittled like that.

When I confronted Alexa about her hurtful words, her reaction was immediate and intense; she threw her hands up in exasperation and stormed off, leaving the rest of us in a charged silence.

Meanwhile, Mika remained composed, her expression unreadable, which both puzzled and relieved me. When I thought the situation might spiral further, Mathew arrived. His calm demeanor and reassuring presence worked wonders, defusing the escalating tension and helping to guide me away from the uncomfortable atmosphere that hung over us.

As the final speeches concluded, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, signaling the end of the graduation ceremony. However, my brothers and I knew our responsibilities didn’t end there. We lingered a bit longer, engaging in conversations with members from other packs, each exchange vital for reinforcing the alliances that held our community together.

Finally, after an eternity of socializing, we returned home. The moment we stepped through the door, we were enveloped in the lively atmosphere of the graduation celebration already in full swing.

The air was filled with laughter and warm chatter, and tables overflowing with food beckoned us for a much-needed lunch after our long, hectic morning. It was the perfect backdrop, a blend of joy and relief that complemented the earlier excitement of the day.

I decided to take a break from the whirlwind of festivities and enjoy some much-needed fun with the rest of the pack; after all, I had earned it. The celebration had been lavish, filled with laughter, camaraderie, and an enormous feast that tantalized my taste buds. I relished every bite of the decadent dishes prepared for the occasion, each morsel a flavor that energized me.

After the meal, I caught up in exhilarating races with the pack warriors through the woods. The adrenaline coursed through my veins as we sprinted between the trees, our laughter echoing in the crisp evening air. Each challenge pushed our limits, and while I felt a thrill, I also sensed the playful persistence of the shewolves who were eager to get me on the dance floor.

However, their relentless pleas for a dance started to fray my patience. My polite refusal began to morph into irritation, and I felt my excitement waning. By the time the clock struck 6 PM, I had reached my limit. I decided it was best to retreat to my room for some solitude, allowing me to recharge away from the festivities.

As I stepped into the house, I was abruptly met by a chaotic scene. Alexa darted past me, tears streaming down her face, her cries piercing the air like a wail of despair. My heart sank for a moment, but I quickly reassured myself that whatever had upset her, she had likely brought it on herself. With that thought in mind, I continued, seeking the comfort and peace of my own space.

As I reached the Alpha floor, I accidentally bumped into Mika, causing her to stagger slightly. Reacting instinctively, I quickly caught her in my arms to prevent her from falling.

The warmth of her body against mine sent a flurry of emotions through me. Once she regained her balance as I embraced her, I gently ran my fingers through her lengthy hair, feeling a deep connection between us.

I instinctively wanted to draw her closer for a kiss, but as I leaned in, Mika whispered, “Alpha,” pulling me back to reality and reminding me of the boundary I had almost crossed.