LOGIN(Asher’s POV)
I was drunk, but not so drunk that I couldn't understand what was going on around me. I knew Aurora was sitting beside me, and while I could have ordered her to leave and bear my pain alone as usual, something in me stopped me, and her presence was much more calming than being alone.
“I’m sorry, I… I don’t know why I’m l
(Author’s POV)The breakfast table of the Skylar mansion had never felt warmer. Aurora’s laughter blended with the playful teasing of her four husbands. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.Ryan had just nudged a strawberry toward her lips, Ian was rambling about how pancakes tasted better on Sundays, when suddenly…Aurora’s phone rang.She paused, fork suspended mid-air, eyes dropping to where the phone vibrated against the wooden table.Unknown number. Her brows knitted. She swiped to answer.“Hello?”There was silence. A shaky breath. And then…“A–Aurora&hellip
(Author’s POV)Aurora was still caught in her husbands embrace, her heart racing, cheeks flushed.Owen sat up, propping himself on his elbow, his gaze traveling slowly from her face to her lips.“You look beautiful in the morning,” He said, voice honest and deep.“Soft. Flushed. Ours”.Aurora’s breath stalled.Asher brushed a strand of hair behind her ear from behind her, leaning close enough that she could feel his lips near her temple.“You took care of someone yesterday,” He whispered, his voice softer than the others.“An
(Author’s POV)Morning arrived softly, not with noise, but with light.Golden sunlight seeped through Aurora’s sheer curtains, warming the room and painting everything in soft amber. The Skylar mansion, usually full of quiet movement and the distant sound of staff beginning their day felt unusually still.Inside Aurora’s room, four strong arms lay draped over her, cocooning her in a warm, possessive embrace. The bed was a tangle of limbs, bare skin, and slow breaths, peaceful, calm and intimate.Aurora was the first to stir.She blinked slowly, her lashes fluttering as her eyes adjusted to the soft morning glow. The heaviness she felt last night, the emotional storm seemed lighter, not gone, but supported.
(Author’s POV)For hours, Aurora had been strong for Ivy. She had held herself together like armor. But with them here, her safe place, her home, her husbands, the walls she’d forced up finally shattered.Tears spilled without restraint and immediately without hesitation four sets of arms reached for her.Ryan was the first to pull her close, his hand cupping the back of her head gently. Owen wrapped around them both, one arm across her back protectively, jaw clenched. Asher slid in from her right, pulling her into his chest, his fingertips stroking her hair with surprising gentleness. Ian’s arms slipped around her waist as he pressed his forehead softly to her shoulder.She was surrounded, held and anchored.
(Author’s POV)The silence in the living room stretched, tight, uncomfortable, and heavy enough to suffocate.“What is going on?” Owen’s voice finally cut through it like a blade. His tone was stern and calm, but sharp enough to warn that he expected the truth.Asher didn’t hesitate. With the most casual shrug, he stepped to the side fully exposing Ian.Ian shot him a betrayed glare. ‘Really? No backup? No brotherhood? Just here, take the sacrifice?’. But Asher only folded his arms, expression annoyingly neutral.Ian swallowed hard, staring at the floor before speaking in the smallest voice imaginable.“Um… Aurora and I went t
(Author’s POV)Ian was sitting on the sofa, elbows resting on his knees, phone in his hands, not because he was reading anything, but because it gave his nervous fingers something to hold. His gaze drifted repeatedly toward the staircase, listening for footsteps, for a door opening, for anything that might tell him Aurora needed him.But the house remained painfully silent. His chest felt tight, he wasn’t used to this kind of silence, one that came from worry, not peace.The front door opened.Ian didn’t look up at first until he heard familiar footsteps and the subtle shift in the room’s energy.Asher entered, shrugging off his jacket while scrolling through a message on his phone, probably from his m
(Aurora’s POV)Next morning, the sleek sports car came to a smooth halt in the college parking lot. Ian turned off the engine and glanced briefly at me. Unlike the previous day, I was more composed, my nervousness
(Author’s POV)The living room was unusually quiet, a rare moment where all four brothers were present but engrossed in their own worlds.Owen stood near the staircase
(Aurora’s POV)The hours felt endless as I stood near the edge of the ballroom, my feet aching in my heels and my energy waning. The constant buzz of conversation, laughter, and music blurred into a monotonous hum. All I wanted was to leave and retreat to the solitude of my room, but Owen was still
(Aurora’s POV)The next day, I was walking through the grand halls of the Skylar mansion. For the first time since my marriage, the mansion felt peaceful. My husbands were all out, and there was no looming presenc







