The screen blinked into darkness, cutting off from Mira and Gabe’s chaotic firestorm of passion, and for a mont, the absence of sound was almost a blessing. My shoulders sagged with relief, only for my chest to tighten again as the real silence pressed in—the kind that wasn’t remotely soothing.
I scoffed out loud, maybe to convince myself I wasn’t drowning in it. Usually, I’d have sworn under my breath, cursing their reckless exhibition, but I suddenly found myself wishing I was back in that surreal world. At least there, the chaos had direction. Here, the storm was internal, and I was trapped inside it with no compass.
The weight of three pairs of eyes bore into .
My mates sat by my sides, their postures deceptively relaxed, but the tension rolling off them told a very different story. I didn’t need Maria’s heightened senses to feel it—it humd in the air, thick and charged, every unspoken thought dangling between us.
Nobody moved. Nobody dared to breathe too loudly.
It was absurd, really.
We were wolves who had faced down various sorts of obstacles, despite their degrees of difficulty and danger. Yet here we were, three alphas and one supposedly fragile oga, paralyzed in our own damn lounge.
I shifted in my seat, the scrape of my thigh against the posh leather that covered the cushion I was sitting on unbearably loud in the dead quiet. My pulse hamred in my ears, drowning out even the whisper of the clock on the wall.
Sothing had to give. As soon as possible.
The bond we shared wasn’t just a tether—it was a demand. It pulled, strained, gnawed. The longer we resisted, the sharper the edge beca.
My wolf paced inside , restless and hungry, her golden eyes flashing behind my own.
’Do sothing, Dammit!’ Maria seethed, crashing down the heavy wall I had created to keep her away.
’Do sothing?!’ I barked, letting a little chunk of my frustration seep into my words. ’What do you advise? That I jump them?!’
’Well, yeah!’ She retorted incredulously. ’Its either that or we might just explode!’ She chid and I offered no verbal response as I tucked in my lower lip, in-between my teeth, biting down with large chunks of frustration that filled my heart.
I glanced at them one by one, against my better judgent- not like I could help it.
Tristan’s jaw was tight, his fingers drumming silently against his thigh as though if he didn’t move them, he’d explode. His gaze was fixed on , unyielding, like he could burn through my defenses if he stared long enough.
Theo leaned back into the cushion, posture casual, but his clenched fists betrayed him. He was trying to keep his posture as normal as possible, but the fiery furnace in his eyes exposed his true feelings without reserves as he sat like the still surface of water hiding sothing dangerous beneath.
And Troy—gods, Troy. His eyes, usually sharp and mocking, were storm-dark, his lips pressed into a line that looked like equal parts of restraint and temptation. He looked at like I was both his salvation and his ruin, and I wasn’t sure which scared more.
Anticipation. Expectation. Longing. Fear. Lust. Hunger.
Every emotion was swirled together in a cocktail I wasn’t sure I could drink without choking, or passing the fuck out!
I swallowed hard, but my throat was dry.
Soone had to make the first move. Soone had to crack the unbearable tension before it devoured us whole.
But who?
If I had leaned forward, if I had let my wolf speak, there would’ve been no going back. I’d have been surrendering to the bond, to them—all of them.
And as much as my body ached for it, my heart trembled at the thought. I’d fought so hard to rise above the "weak, wallflower Oga ntality to a strong, feisty, independent one, only to hand over that power now? To three n who could unravel with a look? It was terrifying.
The silence stretched until it beca a presence of its own. I almost preferred Mira’s whip cracking through the speakers, because at least that had sound, rhythm, a destination.
Here, there was nothing but waiting.
Tristan shifted first. Just a fraction—his knee bumped forward, his hand stilling on his thigh. His gaze sharpened, predatory, like he’d scented blood in the water.
My lungs folded in.
Then Theo leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the mask of calm slipping just enough for his hunger to bleed through.
Troy didn’t move, not at first. He just smirked, slow and dangerously, before finally rising to his feet, towering, blocking out the light.
I sucked in a shaky breath, my wolf clawing at my chest, demanding release, demanding I claid what was mine.
But my human side hesitated.
What if giving in ant losing myself?
What if giving in ant finally admitting how much I craved them, whereas confirming a thought I had secretly fought tooth and nail to ignore.
The ringing in my ears grew louder. My palms were wet. My heart pounded against my ribs like it wanted out.
I didn’t realize I’d stood until I felt the floor steady beneath . The scrape of my heels against the slick marble tiles echoed like thunder in the room.
Three sets of eyes bore into my skin as I steadied myself, heat and tension rolling off them in waves.
"I can’t..." My voice cracked, so I tried again, steadier. "I can’t keep sitting here." I blurted without any thoughts.
Tristan rose imdiately, like the command in my tone had tugged on his spine. Theo followed, slower, deliberate. Troy was already on his feet, his smirk deepening, but his eyes betrayed him—he wasn’t amused. He was starving.
The distance between us felt like a battlefield. A few steps, and everything would change.
My wolf howled, begging to close it, to leap.
My body shook with the weight of choice.
Then, with trembling hands, I took one step forward.
One step closer to them, and waited. I had taken my step. It was their turn.
The bond snapped tight, vibrating through my veins, and I swore the air itself exhaled. Their wolves pressed at the edges of my consciousness, not overwhelming , but surrounding —like they’d been waiting for that single move to give them permission.
The silence shattered, not with words, but with the sound of breath rushing out of all of us at once.
And in that mont, I knew there was no going back.
I felt Theo co up behind , his coarse palm resting on my shoulder for a few seconds before making it’s way slowly downwards to my hand.
He plucked my purse and phone from between my fingers, while Troy and Tristan closed in, robbing of the tiny oxygen I had been working hard to preserve.
I froze completely at their proximity, every fibre of my being suddenly becoming hypersensitive.
Theo’s calloused palm running down my arm sent electric shockwaves through , causing to bite my lower lip so hard I could feel salty liquid flow from it into my mouth.
"No, no, Princess." Tristan said, using his thumb to gently rescue my lower lip. "That’s completely unacceptable." He muttered, carefully wiping it.
He brought his thumb to his face, staring at what I assud to be my blood on the surface of his thumb, before looking up at .
The look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine and I couldn’t beco any less rigid as I understood the reason for the now tripled intense look in his eyes.
If he gave in to the urge to lick off the sar on his finger, his ability to restrain the urge to mark would drop by over a thousand and one notches.
And honestly, I wasn’t sure if I as ready to be marked just yet. Getting marked was just as good as announcing to the pack that I had gotten my mates. Exactly what I wasn’t ready for.
I gulped as I held his gaze, letting him have the ultimate choice, while I suddenly forgot there was a phenonon called breathing.
Holding my gaze, he wiped off the sar on his trousers, simultaneously forcing air into my lungs.
"Thank you." I muttered as I got myself, but the slightly sinister and heavily smug look on Tristan and Troy’s faces made feel I had spoken too soon, even though I didn’t know why.
My curiosity was sated when I felt Theo’s extrely warm breath fan the side of my neck, causing to freeze for a few seconds before subconsciously leaning into his warmth.
My skin flushed with hunger and need as my eyes snapped shut.
My lips parted on their own accord, releasing throaty moans as I opened up completely, letting him devour . Body and soul.
"Thank you too, Princess." He muttered against my skin. "But I hope you payed rapt attention to Mira, because you’re about to be
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