LOGINMax's POVI open the door and climb out, the morning breeze more than a little refreshing around my heated balls. It helps calm my cock down slightly.I stride around the truck, determined to be the one to help Zahra out while Xander is still climbing from the driver’s seat.I open Zahra’s door and realise she’s not wearing shoes. None of us are, and the shale here is rough beneath my feet. I don’t want her hurting herself, so I lean down and scoop her up.She huffs. “I can walk, you know.”But she wraps her arms around my neck and snuggles her face into me.I smile. The feeling of her in my arms is incredible, and even if her inner feminist objects, she’s not objecting too hard.“I know, baby, but if I had my way, you’d never walk anywhere again.”She huffs a little breath against my neck, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps.“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.I squeeze her a little tighter because fuck, I’ve missed her so damn much. It was like the sun set and my world was dark for t
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Max's POVMy mind has barely registered what the fuck just happened in there. She’s my mate.I close my eyes as I follow them down the corridor. Xander is carrying my mate, and for some reason that doesn’t bother me as much as I feel like it should. He’s her mate too, and I can’t even fathom what’s going on with that right now.'I told you,' Medus says, cock-a-hoop.The fact that he’s pressed closer against the inside of my mind than I think he has ever been before is one thing, but his smug happiness is another entirely. If I wasn’t so overjoyed myself, I’d feel slightly nauseated by his glee.The words of the conversation I’ve just witnessed keep trying to replay in my mind. There’s nuance there, something I know I’ve missed, but I can’t pin it down. It’s like trying to catch hold of tadpoles as they slither and slide out of my grasp, and honestly, I’m not really in the mood.I have a mate, and it’s Zahra.I have to share my mate, and that thought is slightly bitter to swallow, but
Zahra's POVAlpha Lucas holds the door open as they file out past him, but Alison stays. Clearly, she’s included in the incoming team.Then Lucas moves fully into the room. His face full on confusion as he take in me Max and Xander sitting on the bed hand in hand, he obviously just heard Xander call me his Luna as well. FMLMy uncle Nicholas enters behind him, followed by Edwardo, Sage and a couple of the doctors I recognise from the task force, although they’re dressed in green fatigues instead of white coats.“I’m glad to see you’re awake,” my uncle says, striding over and hugging me.I pull my hands from my mates’ to hug him back, and I feel both Max and Xander stiffen beside me, but neither reacts beyond that.I can hear whispers in the corner of the room, and I think Alison is quickly filling Alpha Lucas in.“Good to see you awake, Lieutenant Larkin,” Edwardo says with a broad, fatherly smile. He looks exhausted.“Can we examine the three of you?” one of the doctors asks.I glanc
Zarha's POVThere’s so much noise. Everyone is talking at once, jabbering and clamouring over each other, full of questions, judgement, outrage and confusion. But through it all, I can’t take my eyes off my mates. Plural. I knew this was going to happen, but I still can’t get my head around it. I guess I wasn’t expecting two at once. And these two? I mean… at one point I hoped, but I never really let myself believe it.Now I keep getting lost in Xander’s golden-brown eyes or Max’s emerald ones. The sparks flying across my skin where they hold my hands send chills racing down my spine, and all I want is to be alone with them, as terrifyingly daunting as that prospect is.Zanthe keeps purring loudly and rolling over like the hussy she is. I know she’s dying for her time with her mates. The idea of there being two of them doesn’t bother her in the slightest. Fuck, what’s it going to be like when there are four of them?Xander doesn’t seem too bothered about sharing me. At least, I think
Xander's POVI turn automatically, keeping Zahra in front of me, unconsciously revolving to keep her in my line of sight because she’s my fucking sun now, and I’m trapped in her orbit. Her hands are shaking slightly at her sides, her breathing shallow, her wide blue eyes darting between me and Max like she has no idea what to do with either of us.A thousand things are going off in my head right now. Relief, joy, wonder, shock, surprise and fear all crashing together until I don’t even know what I’m feeling.This is everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve dreamed about.But I’m terrified it’s not real. Terrified it’s going to be taken away.“Hi,” Zahra says quietly.And I melt.I have to touch her.I step forwards and reach for her hands, but Max moves at the same time, and I end up grabbing one small, soft hand and one massive calloused one.I drop Max’s immediately.For fuck’s sake.A sharp tingle shoots through my fingers at the contact with Zahra, and suddenly I understand.T
Max's POVI walk out of the hospital and around to the front entrance of the academy building. The headquarters of the Elite Task Force looms above me, the beautiful old stone façade quietly intimidating.I knock.I really don’t want to just stride in uninvited. ‘Again,’ Medus grumbles.Yes, thanks
Tobias's POVThe women bustle out, chatting animatedly, and Greyson follows, giving my dad a nod as he goes. Aiden follows behind him, flashing me a look and a small nod. It eases something very small inside me. But I’m still tense. I will be, until I can see her progress with my own eyes.The room
Zahra's POV“Zahra…, I am coming for you, white wolf.”A massive shadow wolf lunges at me and I jerk back with a strangled gasp, waking instantly.Fuck.The remnants of last night’s dream cling to me like wet cobwebs, sticky and suffocating. The same forest. The same voice. The same claws scraping
Max's POVI can’t stop smiling as I shower and change. I feel fucking ridiculous, grinning at the tiles like some love-sick idiot, but I can’t help it. I throw on a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt. I am not training today. I literally do not give a fuck what Baxter has to say about it. If I avoi







