Chapter 21

ZIYAH

Last night, Dante had told me that I could redesign my room so that it would become ours. I absolutely loved the room, but I also loved the idea of making it our own. It would be designed for the three of us.

If someone had told me that I would be mated to a supernatural being that had a wolf spirit inside of him, then I would have questioned their sanity. However, it was an amazing blessing that I would always be grateful for. Byron is mine just as much as Dante is. It might seem like an odd pairing to some, but it made sense to me. It was just an undeniable truth – they were mine.

“Byron,” I said, rubbing my nose along my mate’s neck.

“Yes, Little Fae,” he responded, arching his neck to give me better access.

“Do you want to go for a run?” I asked him with a hopeful expression.

He let out a growl that went straight to my core. By the gods, I loved their growls. A tap to my ass made it even worse. Oh, he was evil because they both seemed to know how to make my body respond