<h4>Chapter 322: A Wild Night.</h4>


    The cool breeze brushed against her face and pulled her out of her thoughts. Ang pushed the hair away from her eyes, but her fingers shook as they touched her skin. She was sweating, even though the night was cold, and her heart refused to calm down.


    Music filled the air, loud and confusing, matching the chaos in her head. She needed to say something useful, something convincing, or everything she had worked for would fall apart right here. The man standing in front of her was too sharp, too observant.


    If Tyler discovered the truth about who she really was, it would destroy everything. All her efforts, all her sacrifices would mean nothing. She was too close to her goal to let that happen. Not now.


    "Are you not?" Tyler asked slowly. "I still remember what the girl looked like. Ang. Yes, her name was Ang." His eyes narrowed as he stepped back, studying her face like he was trying to pull a memory from her skin.


    Ang swallowed hard before meeting his gaze for a brief moment. "No, sir. I am not that girl you think I am. I am not Ang."


    "Are you a werewolf?" he asked, his curiosity growing stronger, pressing against her nerves and making her chest feel tight.


    "Stop with the questions, dad," Kaito stepped forward quickly. He nced at Ang and blinked, a silent promise that he would handle it. "You have never met her before. You are making my guest ufortable."


    "I am not," Tyler replied calmly, his hands locked behind his back. His tall frame and wide shoulders carried authority, the kind that forced people to lower their eyes without being told. "You said she was Renn’s girlfriend, yet I saw you kissing her a few minutes ago. So tell me, what is going on here?"


    Ang clenched her fist. He was putting the pieces together, one by one, and it terrified her.


    "So what?" Kaito snapped, his brows drawn together. "We are learning how to share before finding our mate."


    Tyler looked shocked, then deeply displeased. Ang could see it clearly. He did not like what he was hearing, and even more, he did not like the fact that the boys stood united instead of divided.


    "Enough with the talks. Let them enjoy the party. It is the harvest moon," Lilian said calmly as her hand rested on her husband’s arm. "You may leave now, boys."


    "Kaito, you should stay. We need to talk," Tyler insisted, his eyes fixed on him as the others prepared to walk away.


    Kaito nodded. He turned to Renn and ced a key in his hand, then spoke through their mind link, asking Taros to show them to the rooms. He told them to have fun and promised he would join themter.


    Ang felt a tight pull in her chest knowing he would be left behind, but relief followed quickly. At least she was leaving Tyler’s presence before he noticed who she truly was. If he discovered she was Uncle Toga’s niece, everything would fall apart.


    No, she corrected herself silently. She was no longer his niece. Blood no longer connected them, and she wanted nothing to do with that family. They owed her far too much for the pain, the lies, and the years of suffering they had put her through.


    The boys led her into the house, and her eyes widened the moment they stepped inside. The ce was massive, warm, and filled with history. Large portraits covered the walls, and most of them were of Kaito. There were far more pictures of him than of his parents.


    "Is that Kaito as a baby?" Ang asked softly, pointing at a portrait of a chubby child sitting on a couch, gripping a toy with both hands.


    "Yes," Taros replied with a small smile. "He loved toys when he was little."


    "Every kid did," Hiro added casually, his hands tucked into his pockets as he walked beside them.


    Ang nced at him and noticed how quiet he had been all evening. Something was wrong, she could feel it, but he clearly did not want to talk about it. His brothers seemed to know and chose to stay silent.


    "Wait until you see the picture of Taros and Kaito as kids," Renn said, holding her hand as he led her toward the stairs. The wall there was filled with portraits, and he pointed to one showing two young boys standing side by side.


    Angughed the moment she saw it. Their hair made it easy to tell who was who. "Wow," she said with a grin. "Taros has been dangerous since childhood. Look at how handsome he was."


    "I looked much better than him as a child," Renn added proudly when he noticed everyone staring at him. He ran a hand through his red hair and pushed out his lips, striking what he believed was a charming pose.


    Ang rolled her eyes and turned back to the portrait. "I like this picture. I doubt I even have one from my childhood. Grace never showed me any."


    "Hey...I want you to think about us not her," Taros said softly as he took her hands and kissed her knuckles. The gentle touch sent cold shivers down her spine. His eyes held hers with an intensity that made her breath catch, and for a moment, she found herself wishing he would kiss her properly.


    As if he had read her thoughts, Taros stepped closer. His fingers lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His gaze dropped to her lips before he leaned in and kissed her. The world around them seemed to fall silent. His brothers did not interrupt. They only watched.


    Ang wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, returning the kiss with equal hunger. It was deep and full of heat, and she could feel how badly he wanted her. His hands moved with urgency, his tongue iming hers, stealing her breath until her body trembled. She did not fight it. She loved how intense it felt, how it made her lose control.


    Her heart ached with desire, not just for one of them, but for all of her mates. Even Kaito, who was not with them yet, filled her thoughts. This night was already burning itself into her memory, and she knew it would not be forgotten.


    Taros finally pulled away, stepping back just as her lips parted to speak. Before she could ask anything, Renn lifted her into his arms with ease. Using his strength, he rushed upstairs with her held tightly against his chest. She barely noticed which door they passed through.


    The next thing she knew, she was on a wide, soft bed, her mates standing around her. She tried to sit up, but Hiro caught her left leg and pressed a kiss to her skin. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the touch sent heat rushing through her body.