Silas's POV
"What the hell are you all doing? Let me go!"
I shout and shout, snapping my eyes open. I realize it was a dream—a damn dream. Sitting up, I touch my forehead, panting. That dream felt so real. And what does it even mean that they are my mates? More importantly, why the hell did I have a dream like that?
Goosebumps rise on my skin as I think about it. Why were those three brothers in my dream? And with them… Lysander was there too. Maybe I've been spending too much time with them, and that's why I'm having these kinds of dreams. But how can I be so shameless, dreaming about my own brother-in-laws? They are my brother's mates!
Maybe it's because I'm an adult now. I should probably date someone. That would be nice.
"You finally woke up, Sleeping Beauty."
I flinch at the voice and glance in its direction. Damon is standing there, adjusting his glasses, his gaze fixed on me.