Aria
I cannot fucking believe I agreed to this. This is insane. Mia is fucking insane.
“Don’t give me that look, Aria. You have no choice but to do this. And besides, this is the only way to make Lucas break first,” Mia sighs, raking her eyes over my outfit like she’s inspecting fine art.
A tight as fuck sports bra and gym shorts that hug my curves like they were custom-made for sin. I feel like one of those girls in an Instagram fitness reel who pretends to be working out but is definitely just there to look hot.
“You look so fucking sexy,” Lily gasps.
“Just look at that. Just look at how your tits are almost pouring out. I’m certain Lucas won’t be able to resist,” Mia nods approvingly. “Now, let’s go out to the field.”
“Wait, aren’t they supposed to be at the rink?”
“They’re done with trials. They’re all messing around on the field. Damon told me through the mind-link,” Mia says like this is just normal daily gossip and not some ridiculous attempt to seduce my own damn mate.
I take a deep breath and tie my hair up in a bun. Because if I’m going to be delusional, I might as well commit to the aesthetic.
“Don’t be like that,” Mia scoffs. “I mean, Lily and I are also dressed for some exercise.”
“Yeah, but you guys don’t have your tits literally trying to escape,” I grumble.
To be fair, their outfits are cute but nowhere near as criminal as mine. Their sports bras actually cover their tits, and their tights aren’t screaming come and get it, daddy.
“Listen, Aria, just trust Mia. This is going to work,” Lily reassures me.
“And you’re certain how?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“Well, it worked for me this Christmas,” Mia smirks.
I frown. “What worked for you-?”
She waves me off. “Let’s not delve into that now. Come on, let’s go seduce your man.”
I take another deep breath. Okay. I can do this. Yes, this is shameless and possibly humiliating, but if I don’t do something, I will die from horniness.
We stride toward the field, and I immediately notice the stares. Obviously. I mean, the three of us walking together? We look like Charlie’s Angels, but hotter. And with a much less noble cause.
When we reach the field, I sigh in relief when I see other girls exercising. Good. At least I won’t be the only one looking like I came here with ulterior motives.
“There he is,” Mia nudges me lightly.
I follow her gaze and spot Lucas standing with Theo, Damon, and a few others at the far-right corner, laughing and talking.
He doesn’t see me.
I hate that he doesn’t see me.
“What are you waiting for? Go on.” Mia gestures toward him.
“Are you fucking crazy? There are five of them there. I can’t just walk over and-what am I supposed to do, Mia? Just prance in like I own the place? What if they know what I’m doing? I’ll die of shame.”
“Aria, you’re going to be the future Luna of the pack one day. You need to be fierce, babe, especially when it comes to your mate. If you’re too chicken, let Gail take over. I’m sure she’s dying to grope Lucas.”
‘You know I am,’ Gail, my wolf…purrs in my head.
Traitor. As always, she’s on Lucas side.
I glare at Mia, but she just smirks. I peek at Lucas again. Damn him. He looks so fucking hot standing there, smiling, totally unaware of the war I’m having over here.
Even surrounded by other hot guys, he still looks like the damn main character. The Damon Salvatore of the group. I hate it. I love it.
What the hell are they even talking about? Why isn’t he looking over here? Does he not sense my presence? My tits are basically throwing up a Bat-Signal, and this man is clueless.
“Okay, we need to do something crazy,” Lily whispers. “Something to force his attention on you.”
I nod. “Yes. Yes. That’s better. But what?”
Mia grins mischievously.
Oh, fuck.