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What would you do if your step monster said you have to leave EVERYTHING you know once your father’s will was read to you right before his wake? Would you call her delulu as you find the closest cardboard box for residency? Yeah--it’s not the most responsible thing at 18 to say, and I shouldn’t be dramatic as a new adult because I have other options. But I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you I was seriously considering that if my options dwindled to nothing. I liked my odds of sanity and survival with the box as opposed to my step monster—who wouldn’t agree with me if your only other roommate option was someone who despised you?

But when I went to the wake that had nothing to do with me or my daddy, I came face to face with everything my father stood for when his brotherhood brigade showed up in the parlor! Without hesitation, I agreed to go with them to the inn. It was the best option—even if I had to struggle with 7 men keeping me in a protective child-like bubble; I remember them bestowing on me a decade ago. I wanted to become an adult, but I also wanted that love you only get from family. It was like I was stuck in a way of still becoming an adult, yet? This time—with these seven—I’d have a freedom I hadn’t known since Daddy before the cancer.

But now that I’m at the inn, I face a new torture once they introduce me to Alpha Charming. A magical world I never knew I inherited from my birth, and not the will, transforms before my eyes in the most literal sense and I’m not sure anyone in my life—past or even the present sex god is telling me the whole truth.

Why is adulting so dang hard?