Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

Kael

Slater snickered, the fighting leaving his posture. "Says the boy who had a boner kissing another boy. Come to think of it, how did you know they were all drugged, that if Eamon had drunk that wine or eaten that cake, he would have been drugged too?"

The question caught me off guard. I couldn’t tell him the truth, and I didn’t know how to lie either. So I changed the topic.

"Some of us like to start our day with the sun," I said instead, rolling my eyes and leaving the door open as I walked back into the room. "Come in if you’re coming in. I’m not standing here dripping wet all morning."

He entered the room behind me, quietly closing the door and immediately stopped short. "Wow. This place looks completely different. You changed your whole room, Kael. Good for you."

"I have a roommate now. Had to make space."

"Where is my brother?" Slater asked, staring at my bed.

I pointed toward the other bed facing mine. "Over there, obviously."

Slater immediately crossed to Eamon’s bed, and I noticed the fond smile that spread across his face as he gently adjusted the blanket that had tangled around the sleeping figure.

There was something tender, almost intimate, about the gesture that seemed far too personal for step-siblings.

I moved to my dressing area and began towel-drying my hair. "Are you not going to wake him up?" I called out to Slater. "He’ll be late for his first class at this rate."

Slater shook his head, still gazing down at the sleeping form. "Let him rest a little longer."