And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie) novel Chapter 323

"That's not cool. I mean you should at least know," I replied, feeling slightly bad for her that she didn't know who her father was.

"It's okay, I'm not too bothered," she added before cheering for the people on the field. As I looked back towards my brother, I watched him walk towards the sidelines where a group of girls were flirting. His signature smile came on display causing me to cringe as I watched him "work his magic" or so he liked to call it.

"God, can he be anymore annoying…" I muttered with disgust, rolling my eyes as I admired the others. It was then when my eyes met Lucas', I noticed he was staring right at me. Those same damn mesmerizing eyes catching me off guard as a slow smirk slid onto the corner of his lips.

"Oh, snap… does he belong to you?" Sansa asked, causing me to scoff.

"He kinda does, but she won't admit to it."

Trixie's overly cheerful voice appeared behind me and gave me a heart attack and as I jumped, I placed my hand upon my chest to turn and glare at her from over my shoulder. "Jesus Christ, woman… you about gave me a heart attack. You can't go sneaking up on people like that."

Both Sansa and Trixie laughed at my reaction as I grumbled my unhappiness under my breath. "Don't change the subject," Sansa added. "I need the juicy details."

I wasn't sure what it was about Sansa, but between her and Trixie, I felt like we had been old friends who had known each other our entire lives. "It's complicated."

"Everything is always complicated with you." Trixie smirked. "He is hot, though, just like your brother. I'm not sure why you're opposed to him, but if you're not careful, one of the other girls will try to snag him up."

The thought of one of the other girls touching Lucas did bother me, and I didn't like that it did. Yet, no matter the fact he was supposed to be my mate, I couldn't get past the shit he had done. To hide being my mate, and then act like an asshole all these months.

He confused me, like an internal war brewing in my mind that just won't let up.

"He is an ass—" I mumbled, trying to look away from him and not let him see how much he was bothering me.