MasukMorgan's POV:The entire palace had turned into a damn beehive.Everywhere I looked, someone was carrying flowers, moving furniture, delivering boxes, or shouting instructions across the corridors.And somehow, despite the number of people working, Danika still looked like she was two seconds away from strangling somebody.The Moon Harvest Festival was only four days away.Four days until my wedding and coronation.No pressure, Morgan. Absolutely none.My mother-in-law had hired what appeared to be an entire army of employees to assist with the preparations. Florists, decorators, caterers, seamstresses, and event coordinators occupied practically every corner of the palace.Danika had her own team of professionals following her around, armed with tablets, clipboards, and enough fabric samples to upholster the entire Eastern Kingdom.I had never seen so many people argue over flowers.Apparently, there was a significant difference between ivory roses and champagne roses.Who knew?Dami
Damian’s POV: Morgan tangled her fingers in Bruce's thick fur, gently scratching behind his ears while he leaned his enormous head against her.My wolf was in absolute heaven.She massaged his ears, kissed his snout, and whispered sweet nonsense to him as though he were an oversized puppy rather than one of the most powerful wolves in the world.And Bruce?The magnificent bastard was practically melting into the ground."You're embarrassing us," I informed him."Shut up, Damian.""You're the King's wolf. Have some dignity.""She loves me. What can I do?"I laughed internally."Yes, you enormous idiot. We've established that."He ignored me.Of course he did.He'd practically torn me a new asshole for making him wait this long to meet Morgan in his physical form. For days, he'd been demanding that I shift so he could see her, smell her, touch her, and finally experience what I'd been fortunate enough to enjoy since discovering she was our mate.Now that she was here, he had absolutely
Damian’s POV: I had seen Morgan in action before.Even if it was from Usher's Pack House.I'd known how she took control of an emergency room when that young she-wolf came in after being bitten by the rattlesnake. I'd seen her make decisions under pressure that would've made most people fucking panic.But I'd never watched her like this.Not this close.Not when there wasn't an entire medical staff surrounding her.And I had to admit—I'd never seen anything like it.My mate was a fucking work of art in the medical field.I barely spoke during the first hour we were inside Mayka's home.I simply sat there and watched her.Studied her.Admired her.She didn't need anyone to tell her what to do.She didn't hesitate.She waltzed into that bedroom and somehow transformed from the woman who'd been laughing over breakfast with me less than an hour earlier into Dr. Morgan Miller.Calm.Focused.Brilliant.Compassionate.But there was something about today that felt different.Something I co
Morgan’s POV:Our breakfast had suddenly turned into a mating celebration.Except instead of champagne or wine, everyone was raising cups of hot coffee—which, considering the night Damian and I had just had, was probably for the best.I needed a lot of caffeine.“To Damian and Morgan,” his father announced, lifting his mug.“And Alex and Danika,” Mrs. Khallowell quickly added.Everyone cheered.I laughed and lifted my coffee with them.Two sets of siblings.Four fated mates.One very fucking awkward breakfast.I still couldn't believe Alex and Danika had marked each other too. And I especially couldn't believe my hypocritical brother had sat across from me with that smug little smile on his face while hiding Danika's mark beneath his shirt.Asshole.Although, if I was being fair, I wasn't exactly displaying Damian's mark either.Mine was currently buried beneath a turtleneck.For good fucking reason.Damian leaned closer to me.“I'm sorry, baby. I didn't believe you were really trying
Morgan’s POV: I woke up to the gentle caress of my mate.For a few seconds, I didn't open my eyes.I just lay there enjoying the sensation of his fingers moving through my hair, slowly separating one strand before letting it slip through his fingers.There was something incredibly peaceful about it.Especially considering there had been absolutely nothing peaceful about what we'd been doing in this bed a few hours ago.I smiled before opening my eyes.He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, while staring at me with the most beautiful smile plastered across his handsome face.My heart melted instantly.Goddess.For some reason, he looked even more handsome than he had yesterday.Which shouldn't have been fucking possible.I'd already considered him unfairly attractive.But this morning?Something was different.His beautiful eyes looked brighter.His scent seemed stronger.Even the warmth coming from his body felt more noticeable.Could it be the mark?My gaze immediately d
Damian’s POV:I was in fucking heaven.No.Heaven wasn't good enough.I was ready to meet the Moon Goddess herself, shake her hand, thank her for creating Morgan, and then ask her what the fuck I had ever done to deserve this woman.That was exactly how I felt the moment my cock entered my mate's precious pussy.Fuck.Morgan was so tight that every ounce of self-control I'd spent years developing nearly abandoned me.But this wasn't just sex.This was Morgan.My mate.The woman I loved.And I was the first man she'd ever trusted enough to give herself to this way.I was the first man to make love to her.The first to discover what made her tremble.The first to hear those beautiful fucking sounds leave her lips because of something I was doing to her.And if the Goddess allowed it, I would be the last.There would never be anyone after me.Not because Morgan belonged to me like some possession — but because she'd chosen me.She had looked me directly in the eyes and asked me to mark he







