I stealthily tiptoed into the kitchen while the Omegas were busy setting the table in the dining hall. Quickly, I grabbed the Oreos from the cupboard and took out the toothpaste tube out of my pocket.

Grinning evilly, I scraped the cream off a few Oreos and unscrewed the cap. I then replaced the cream with the toothpaste and kept them back where they originally were. Casting a cautious glance all around, I fled before the Omegas returned.

"Mischief managed!" I stated proudly once I got back to the twins room.

"Great...we'll better get down to breakfast and see the drama unfold." Max chuckled in glee.

I nodded in anticipation. For one I knew Ashton was a real Oreo fan. Like a greedy pig he was, he would at least take one.

We sauntered down for breakfast at a leisurely pace and took our seats. I eyed the untouched Oreos unhappily. Come on someone, at least grab a few!

Opposite to me, Elena smirked, evidently reading my mind.

Drat! I should have remembered her powers. There goes one of my would be victims.

I heaved a sigh of relief when Ashton reached out for an Oreo. But quickly changed it into a cough when he eyed me curiously.

Control, Kiara, control.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Bella reach out for one too. I gulped at the unavoidable twist; that certainly wasn't planned.

A pause. Then -

"What the bloody...!" Ashton spat it out, eyeing the Oreo with a horrified expression.

Oh boy, this is gold.

I burst out laughing at the priceless look on his face. Elena was chuckling at the antics of her children.

"Mom? Kiara you?" He sputtered, clearly not expecting something this evil from us. "What were you guys even thinking?!"

Meh. . . what can we say? We are the masters.

Next to me, Bella was still spitting out the toothpasty Oreo and gave me a death wishing glare. "You are so going down, Kiara Evergreen."

"Not just me," I said, giving the twins a meaningful look. "I'm not the only one responsible."

However, they pretended to be blind.

"Who else?" He growled as he looked around giving each one a frightening stare. His eyes rested for a moment on Max who was red in the face. With fright or amusement, I don't know. "Who else is behind such unthinkable evilness?"

Across the table, Max was shaking his head so frantically, that it was just a blur. Nick, beside him, had his hands joined, as if in silent prayer.

I felt a wave of sympathy for the two cowering twins. "Why don't you go rinse your mouth first?" I suggested, evading the question.

But he simply ignored me and he turned to glare at Nick, who I was not surprised to see was quickly turning into a puddle of molten lava.

"Go on. You don't look really charming with all that paste in your mouth." I urged him, giving his hand a gentle push.

Finally, he got up, grumbling incoherently. "Pesky people, wretched day. I swear the culprit will be jailed for the next nine years."

I looked down at my plate suppressing a snort.

"That was cool!" Claire complimented me once he was out of earshot. "I have honestly never seen him so flustered and pissed off!"

"Thanks. . .but it wasn't me. All the credit goes to them." I said pointing at the twins.

Her eyes narrowed while she looked at the twins, "If that's the case, then that was NOT cool! You guys are in so much trouble now."

That slid the grin off their faces and lit up my face.

***

It was nearly afternoon and we were still training on the grounds. Much to my glee, Ashton in retaliation, had made the twins run an extra six miles.

No, he hadn't jailed the culprits, which did cause me a twinge of annoyance, but that was subdued when he called them apart from the crowd and ordered them both to start running.

I smirked as they returned exhausted and panting for breath. "Water, please!!" Nick croaked at me beseechingly. "Give a drink to the dying and God will bless your soul!"

"You aren't dying."

"I am, you have no idea how it's like to run sixteen miles without a drop of water to quench your thirst."

Without another word, I handed him my bottle and he gulped it down as though it was Elixir. After what he did to my hair, I still think he deserved way worse.

We followed Ashton as he and the rest of the pack entered the pack house. With a contented sigh, I flung myself on the sofa and lazily looked over at Elena who came to sit next to me.

"Watch!" She said excitedly.

I looked at her quizzically. What was she on about?

"POOOOOOFFFF!!!''

A startling sound distracted me. Did someone just -

Somehow, the pack had fallen silent and were now gazing at a very horror struck Ashton.

"I swear I didn't!!" he squealed, looking around at each one of us like a toddler caught red handed raiding the fridge. Then he looked at his chair like it looked funny.

"I'm sure this thing did it!!" He said pointing at the poor furniture.

I snorted, "Chairs don't fart, Ashton." I could hear many of the pack members giggling.

A glance at Elena, made everything clear to me. Her twinkling eyes, said it all. A slow smile spread to my face, as I jumped into action.

"But, I'm positive..."

"Gosh," I continued, raising my hand to my face in mock horror, "look at that! The Alpha himself caught in such an embarrassing situation! This is going to be the headlines of Werewolf Weekly! What will the public think? What will the Guardians have to say. . .?"

"Oh my God, Kiara, I-"

"The scandal! The sensation it would cause!" I wailed, enjoying his agony a little too much, "Don't you think this is going to become the headlines for Werewolf Weekly?"

"I'm telling you. . . I am honest. . . I-"

I picked up the fart pillow and raised it up for everyone to see. It matched the color of the seat, thus acting as an excellent cushion.

Next to me, both mother and daughter doubled up with laughter cutting him off. "Happy Fools Day, son!" Elena said choking back the laughter.

"First Kiara, Max and Nick. Now my own mother?"

"Hey, you left me out!" Bella cried indignantly. "How could you forget your own sister?"

Ashton just gave her a murderous glare and stomped out of the room. "I'm so done with you guys today!"

The response was just thunderous laughter. Tears of mirth rolling down our eyes, giving him a coherent reply was just impossible. Anyway, it wasn't really needed; the guffaws and snickering said it all.

"Hey Bells?" I called out to the brunette, after the laughter died down. Biting my lip, I waited for her to turn towards me. I hoped she won't deny me after the Oreo prank I played on her. It wasn't exactly for her, but still.

"Yeah?" She asked, arching her eyebrows. The faint suspicion in her eyes was as clear as day.

"I was wondering if you would teach me to drive today." I told her, making my voice sound as innocent as possible, "You promised me." I added hurriedly before she could refuse.

She frowned, "You know, I have a good mind not to."

Oh no.

"Pleaseeee?" I whined hoping my puppy dog face would convince her. But she looked at me contemplating.

"Okay." She said slowly and then added, "But. . . only if you promise to buy me an ice cream at the end!"

Really, Bella Lawson, really?

Rolling my eyes, I gave her a defeated nod. "As you say, ma'am."

"Good. Then you have my permission." She smiled, while she took out her car keys from her pocket and threw them at me. "And now let's go."

And that was exactly what we did next.

We ended up going for an hour long ride. Bella turned out be a crappy teacher and I was a crappier student. We bickered constantly and I nearly drove her precious Porsche into a group of gossiping oldies. The only thing which kept her sane during the ride was the hope of a sundae and the end of it all.

"Never again." she growled once I was out (and after she had eaten my sundae I might add), "Never again will I let you drive my car. You nearly killed the two old ladies, made the mailman jump out of his skin, gave me a major heart attack and gifted my baby a dent!!"

I was itching to point out to her that it wasn't my fault the oldies were gossiping in the middle of the road and that the mailman should have paid more attention while crossing instead of fiddling with his phone, but I let it go.

Keeping the well practiced look of mock sorrow fixed on my face, I stared at the ground.

"This was the first time, Bells!" I pouted unhappily, " All beginners make mistakes, don't they?"

She folded her arms, leaned against the door and continued glowering. "Not working."

"I won't do it again, I promise!"

"There will be no next time."

"Don't say that!" I wept, "You're breaking my heart!"

"And I should care because. . .?"

I ignored the iciness in her voice, and racked my brain for something that was sure to convince her.

"Plus I'll buy you an ice cream each time you let me." I added hopefully.

Predictably her scowl faded.

"I'll see," she said grudgingly and I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least it wasn't a no.

We walked back to the pack house together and I stopped abruptly when an evil thought came into my head.

Now why hadn't I thought of that before? I knew the perfect way of giving the twins a fitting payback....

Watch out boys, for here I come!

I snuck into Max and Nick's room after I got rid of Bella. Since the two hadn't found their mates yet, they shared the same room which made things easier for me.

Thankfully they weren't in the room when I crept in. I quickly made my way to their wardrobe and opened it.

"Eeek!!" I nearly gasped loudly when I saw the numerous cartoon characters on their clothes. Whoever wore boxers with Minnie Mouse and Donald Duck on them?

Why, Max and Nick of course!

Shaking my head at their stupidity, I took out a pair of scissors and cut them to shreds.

All of them.

Yes, every single one of them.

I wasn't being spiteful, though my initial intention had been that, rather I was doing them a huge favour, getting rid of these appalling clothes. They would thank me in the long run, probably when they found their mates.

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