Taming the Hybrid Mate: Desired by Five Alphas-Chapter 214: The game night 3

Andria’s POV

Everywhere became silent, all at once. Every head swept towards the direction of the door. And there they were.

Aven, Damon and Tristan.

I could sense the tension in the room; a mix of satisfaction and surprise.

"Wow, so they finally showed up," Mel muttered under her breath.

I rolled my eyes at her. Alexa gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, while Tricia tried to hide her disappointment.

"Well, at least they came," Tricia murmured.

Their overpowering scents were all over the room, dwarfing every other wolf present at the game night.

Behind them walked Alpha Khalil of Westbrook, calm and intimidating in an almost equal measure, and beside him was his mate Allison.

Mel’s jaw dropped. "Khalil came?"

Becca gasped. "I’m as shocked as you are, too. Didn’t know that the cold Alpha of the west would come."

"Well, you can trust the power of a mate-bond. Allison must have worked her charm," I interjected.

Alexa froze mid-scoff. Tricia’s smirk died so fast it might as well have been murdered.

The Alpha successors didn’t smile as they entered. I wondered if they were here for the games or to scare everyone out.

Well, this kind of set-up is well below their standards, and they are only here because I insisted they come.

They walked straight in with an air that made every wolf subconsciously straighten their spine and inhale.

Aven’s eyes found mine instantly, Damon’s eyes followed, and then Tristan’s.

Their gaze felt like a quiet communication, a warning that their coming should be worth it.

My heart thudded painfully against my ribs.

But there was a little bit of satisfaction that they came, at least Alexa and Tricia don’t get to spread the news or gloat about the Alpha successors ditching my game night.

It seems that any event organised by any student without the Alpha successors present is considered a below-standard event.

Since they were already here and Becca was beaming...The night can finally begin.

"Alright, starting from where I left off, before I was interrupted. As we can see, the Alpha successors are here, and I welcome everyone to this game night, especially brought to you by Aria, Mel and me. Let’s clap to that," Becca announced.

Everywhere, cheers, laughter, and claps echoed.

I could tell everyone was excited to be in this event. The school has been on fire, and at the same time, boring. So a game night was actually the best thing now, provided it’s safe.

"So before we get started, everyone is mandated to take a shot from this bottle," Becca continued, raising a shot cup and a bottle of whiskey.

"That’s not enough to make us high," one of the students scoffed beside me.

"The idea isn’t to make you tipsy at the beginning of a game night, but to get you prepared for what is to come," I whispered back to him, getting up from where I was seated and heading to where Becca stood.

I tapped her as soon as I got closer. ’It will be much better if we sat circularly, so that somehow you can access their faces, and for the sake of the ’spin the bottle’ game," I whispered.

She turned and whispered back, "We could take the spin-the-bottle game twice, since we are too many, or we can split. Mel can handle the other group, while I handle another group," she suggested.

"So how do you propose we do the splitting?"I asked in a low tone.

We put the group names, ’A and B’, on pieces of paper, scrumble them, then pass them around for them to choose. Any letter you select is the group you belong to," Mel suggested.

My dream flashed back, and I shook my head. "I think if we do some readjusting, we wouldn’t need two groups. The living room is wide enough; besides, it wouldn’t be as fun with two groups. Maybe we could split groups in another game," I suggested.

She shrugged, accepting my suggestion, and then turned back to everyone.

"I think it will be much nicer if we sit in a wide circle," she announced.

The shuffling began immediately; everyone dragged their chairs, some cushions, anything that could form a perfect circle. I was surprised by how they cooperated, because Ashwood students had never cooperated, at least since I got to know them.

It took a few minutes, filled with murmurs and excited whispers, but finally, everyone settled into place.

I took my seat between Becca and a space, a space that didn’t stay empty for long, because Aven dropped into it.

He smirked at me, rubbing his thighs like an excited teenager. I didn’t like the feel of him right beside me at this moment, but I didn’t hate it either.

My pulse stumbled.

Tristan took the seat directly across from us, his eyes locking with mine the moment he sat, while Damon leaned against the wall right behind me. And at that moment, I knew the night was going to be a long night.

Mel’s eyes flicked between them and me with unusual sharpness; she didn’t look pleased, but she didn’t look displeased either. She seemed weirdly bored.

"Okay, now that we’re all settled, everyone, take your shots!" Becca announced, raising hers.

We all lifted our little shot cups. A chorus of glass clicking filled the room, followed by a collective hiss as the whiskey burned down throats.

"Shit... that is strong, stronger than I thought," someone wheezed.

"It’s meant to be," Becca smiled.

But Mel wasn’t smiling. She was watching me with strange curiosity. At some point, I raised an eyebrow at her, and she looked away for a moment, but her gaze returned shortly after.

Her jaw tightened when Aven placed his arm casually behind my chair, his fingers brushing my hair lightly.

It was weird, but I understand that she has no mate, so it’s normal to react that way.

I felt Damon’s presence behind me tilt forward, his breath warm against the back of my neck as he leaned in to whisper, low enough for only me to hear.

"Relax, Aria. You are too tense."

My breath snagged in my throat. "Maybe because this is the first apartment event I’m ever hosting, and I want it to be perfect.

"Nothing can ever be perfect, but you can try. So far it’s been exciting, so you have to relax, relaxation makes it more fun," Aven added.

Across the circle, Tristan smirked when he felt the shift in my heartbeat. I hated how much control they had over my reactions... or how much I secretly welcomed it.

Alexa must have noticed the communication, because she rotated her head in a stiff, birdlike motion, her smile frozen.

Tricia dug her nails into her own thigh, glaring at the point where Aven’s fingers brushed my shoulder.

"Becca," Mel suddenly called, too loudly. "Let’s start the first game now."

There it was again, her unusual urgency. She still wants to control the

"What’s the rush?" Becca asked, tilting her head. "We haven’t even explained the rules."

"It’s just better if we start immediately," Mel insisted, her tone too sharp, too ready.

Becca blinked. "Mel... you’re acting weird."

"I’m not acting weird."

She definitely was.

I folded my arms, leaning slightly away from Aven’s grazing touch. "Mel, if you have something to say, just say it."

She froze, acting surprised. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Everyone watched her.

She eventually forced a chuckle. "Nothing. I just... want us to have fun fast. That’s all. I mean, what is the matter with you two? Time is already far spent."

I didn’t have the time to pry to find out what skeletons she had in her cupboard, so I chose to ignore.

Becca cleared her throat dramatically. "Right! The first game for the night is ’Confession Roulette’. I’ll spin this bottle, and whoever it lands on must answer a question honestly. No skipping."

A nervous ripple passed around the circle. Even Mel was surprised, because she hadn’t registered that there would be such a game.

Becca spun the bottle. It whirled, glinting under the soft lights, before slowing... slowing... and them...

It pointed at me.

Of course. What a great way to begin!.

Alexa clapped slowly. "How fitting."

"Shut up," Damon muttered behind me.

Becca grinned wickedly. "Aria... your question is..."

She paused, thinking.

Mel’s eyes gleamed mischievously. "Ask her something interesting. Like... who she wants."

My eyes narrowed, Tricia’s smirk grew, and Alexa leaned forward in a predatory manner.

Becca gave Mel a side eye. "I’ll ask my own question, thank you."

Then she faced me.

"Aria... what was the last thing you dreamed about?"

My heart stuttered—my nightmare.

The one involving Mel urging Tristan to kiss Alexa. No, that wasn’t something I was about to voice in front of a partial population of the school.

I cleared my throat. "I doubt that I ever dreamt anything of recent."

"Liar," Aven whispered, brushing my hand lightly.

Damon chuckled behind me. "She thinks she can hide her heartbeat from us."

Tristan leaned forward, squinting his eyes at me suspiciously.

Alexa’s eyes widened in delight. "Oh, this is going to be good.