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Chapter 5

"Geek," Rosalyn said, staring at Micah as they laced into silence.

"Thanks,” he replied. “Right, I need to be dropped off at my house."

"Wait, I thought you were coming to the dorms with us," Rosalyn said. "We need someone to show us what the hell we're doing."

"I'll come with you, but I need to get my kid."

The limousine was eventful. Alexander was weary of having Micah with them, but whenever he tried to bring it up, Micah would just sass him or, on occasion, threaten him. Grandfather was too drunk to care. And Rosalyn was on her phone, texting away.

Jem looked at my father, who was asleep. It was apparent he had been crying. He wasn't there when his mate rejected him, but he should have spoken up, especially in front of all those people. His timid behaviour had always annoyed Jem to no end. If he had spoken up that night, maybe his mother wouldn't have left them. It could help Grandfather hate him a little less. Well. He didn't hate Jem; that was not it. He did love him, but Jem thought he loved him less than the other two.

Grandad was drunk once and admitted how guilty he felt for having these feelings, especially considering Jem was his grandchild, but he thought deep down Jem was at fault for his daughter-in-law leaving his son. And Jem knew he tried to make up for those feelings by letting him do whatever and spoiling him. But he knew.

"Right, wait here. I'm going to go get Will."

The moment Micah left, Alexander was glaring at everyone in the car. "This is dangerous and stupid, not just for him, but for us too. He hasn't found his mate yet, but he still gets heat. This is dangerous."

"Stop it, Alexander, leave the kid alone," Grandad said, frowning at him.

"So, we're going to ignore the fact that he said he was r***d. He must have had his heat-"

"I know," Rosalyn seethed, interrupting him. She was also glaring at him. "I know. You're not trying to blame Micah for getting r***d. I know. That's not what is coming out of your mouth right now, Alexander. Because if it is-"

"What? No! Rosalyn! No! Of course not!" he said as he lurched a little, shocked at Rosalyn's accusation.

"Really? Because that's exactly what it sounds like,” Jem snapped, glaring at his older brother.

"No. That's not what I meant," he said, almost dejectedly, as he slumped back into his seat. “I’m just worried about him.”

"It better not be," Jem said, ignoring the latter comment.

"What is up with the atmosphere here," Micah said as he awkwardly clambered in, trying to protect his child too.

"Oh, my Goddess, he's adorable," Rosalyn said as she peered at the sleeping child. She poked his cheek, much to Micah's dismay.

Will had dark hair, which Jem assumed he got from Micah, and he had such chubby cheeks. Rosalyn was right; he was adorable.

"Of course he is," he replied. "But he's asleep, so shut it."

"And they just let you bring your kid to class?" Alexander asked, and Rosalyn and Jem both glared at him.

"Yes. They do. Or sometimes, Aaron looks after him."

"Aaron?" Alexander asked.

"My roommate." The kid stirred a little and opened his eyes.

"Daddy?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, kid," Micah said. And his facial expressions all softened. He looked so gentle when talking to his son.

"You're late,” he whined.

"I'm sorry."

"Okay. Where are we?" Will asked. He looked around, and his eyes widened when he saw Warren, their father asleep, and the grandkids staring at him.

"That four-year-old is speaking better English than I am," Jem said, watching the kid as he looked around.

"Can speak," Rosalyn corrected.

"Whatever."

"He's smart," Micah said. "But he can't run for shit."

"Yes, I can," he said, pouting. He folded his arms, and Jem swore this child was the cutest thing ever.

"No, you can't."

"Yeah, I can't," he sighed in defeat.

"No, I'm serious this kid is really understanding and speaking with us," Alexander said.

"Alexander, are you okay?" Jem asked as he laughed a little.

"Have you had an IQ test done for him?" Wow, he was ignoring him.

"He's four," Jem deadpanned. "This is how all four-year-olds are. This is why you should be around kids more.”

Arriving at the boarding school, Will had fallen back asleep in his father’s arms. Alexander stared at Grandad, “will you be able to get dad home, grandad?”

“Yeah, I’ll manage and Angelica is already there, waiting.”

“Does Nini know?” Rosalyn asked.

“Of course they know, anyway get out. I want to go home and pass the hell out drunk.”

Alexander sighed. “Good talk, grandad. Bye.”

“Bye kiddos, see yall whenever. Love you.”

Jem replied before getting out, and the rest followed; Alexander took Will from Micah so he could get out smoothly. "Thanks," Micah said as he took his kid back and rested his head on his shoulder.

The four began walking, but Micah stopped and frowned, looking at Jem. "Why is your brother following us?"

"Oh, you don't know? He's our dorm manager,” Jem said, and Micah’s eyes widened. Yeah, that was Jem’s reaction when he found out.

"He's what?"

"Yeah. Of course, they need some werewolves to help out at a werewolf school and well, yeah," Rosalyn said.

"You've been here for less than three hours. How do you already have a job," Micah deadpanned.

"We have connections," she said as she walked ahead of the group.

“I think she means nepotism,” Jem muttered.

They walked towards the gate, where a putty human guard stepped out of his little box. Micah ignored the guard's look, but Jem saw it and scowled.

Disgusting.

"You're late, Micah. You know the rules," he said. He had decided to ignore the siblings and focus on Micah, which irritated all three.

"Are you blind?" Jem asked and then winced. s**t.

"He's with us," Alexander deadpanned, scowling at the male. It appeared he had caught the look the guard was giving Micah.

"And, who are you?" Jem scoffed, and now the chubby human decided to pay attention to them. “Why should I open the gates for you?”

"b***h, I will end you," Rosalyn hissed, looking up from her phone. "Don't act all pretentious with us. Open the gate and let us in."

He didn't. Instead, he walked over to her, standing right before her. Jem laughed a little. He thought this was the human’s attempt at trying to intimidate Rosalyn. Well, it wasn’t working. After a few minutes, she sighed and looked up from her phone, a blank look on her face.

She grabbed his arm and flipped him, he landed on the ground with a heavy thud, and she had her heel to his neck in less than a second.

"My eyes are not down there. Open the gate or I will end you. You have five seconds."

"Rosalyn. It's after midnight. Why couldn't we meet up after-"

Jem turned around to see a very hot boy standing there. Jem stared at him, and the boy stared at him. Jem blinked a few times. He was hot. When he got close enough, Jem saw that he had the most stunning grey eyes, and his hair was as dark as Rosalyn’s, although he didn’t look dyed.

"Holy f**k," Micah said.

"f**k," Rosalyn deadpanned as she looked up. She hadn't taken her foot off the guard who was half scared and curious.

"Wait, no, f**k," Alexander deadpanned; everyone was swearing, and Jem was confused. He wanted to know why they were all surprised. And why did they keep looking from the hot boy to him? There was something he was missing there.

Jem stared at the boy, who was already staring at him with wide eyes, he got the feeling he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn’t dwell on that as his siblings were panicking around him.

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