They threw away what destiny handed them

Warm steam curled into the air as the men carried the girls into the large bathroom. The tub sat like a throne at the center, wide enough for more than four, filled with hot water and lined with rose petals that floated gently on the surface.

The candlelight flickered along the tiled walls, casting shadows that danced with the heat in the air.

Amarok held Tara close, his arms strong around her shaking body, while Geri gently placed Taylor down in the water before sliding in next to her.

“Are you okay?” Amarok asked softly, brushing wet strands from Tara’s face.

She flushed hard, her cheeks deep red, and quickly hid her face in her hands.

Taylor let out a soft, shy laugh. “We’re… fine. Just trying to breathe again.”

Geri chuckled as he leaned over, placing a kiss on her temple. “You both were perfect,” he murmured. “And now, we’ll take care of you.”

Their voices were lower now, tender, laced with a softness that wrapped around the girls like a blanket.

Amarok reached for a small sponge and dipped it into the water, squeezing it gently over Tara’s shoulders. The warm water slid down her skin and she sighed, relaxing into his chest as he began to wash her with slow, reverent strokes.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered.

“I don’t think my body knows how to calm down yet,” she whispered back.

Behind them, Taylor leaned her head back on Geri’s shoulder as he gently scrubbed her arms, brushing kisses along her neck. “I never knew I could feel this full,” she said in a soft breath, “and we haven’t even…”

“I know,” Geri said, smiling against her skin. “But that time will come. For now, let us worship you like the queens you are.”

The girls relaxed deeper into the bath, their muscles loose, their hearts still racing but slower now, steadier. There were no rushes. No wildness. Just soft hands, whispered words, and small kisses shared under the steam.

When they were clean, both men helped them out of the water, wrapping each girl in a soft white towel. Amarok picked Tara up effortlessly, her wet hair clinging to her neck, while Geri scooped Taylor into his arms, her skin still glowing with warmth.

They carried them back to the tent, now dark and quiet, and tucked them both beneath the large blanket on the bed. The mattress dipped under the weight of all four of them, bodies tangled close.

For a moment, no one spoke. It felt like a dream.

Taylor broke the silence with a quiet whisper. “I used to be so scared,” she said. “When I didn’t get my wolf… when everyone else did, I wondered if I’d ever find my mate.”

Geri leaned in, listening.

“And now I’m here. In bed. With not just one, but two mates.”

“Four,” Tara corrected softly.

The air shifted.

Silence fell again, heavier this time.

“They left,” Amarok said, his voice a low growl. “On their own will.”

“But they’re still our mates,” Tara insisted. “No matter what, they’re part of this prophecy. A part of this bond.”

“She’s right,” Taylor whispered. “We need them… even if they hurt us.”

Geri sighed, dragging his palm down his face. “I hate this part. The waiting. The not knowing.”

“They’re still out there,” Tara murmured. “I can feel it.”

Amarok's jaw tensed. “That may be true… but they made their choice.”

“And maybe they regret it,” Taylor said, looking between the men. “Maybe they’re lost too.”

No one had answers. Only more questions. But for the first time, they spoke it out loud. The pain. The uncertainty. The prophecy that tangled them all together.

Minutes passed before Tara broke the silence again.

“Why did you stop earlier?” she asked, her voice quiet but clear.

Geri raised a brow. “Say the word, Tara.”

“What?”

“You mean why we didn’t fuck you?” he teased, voice playful.

Tara let out a small gasp and hit his arm. “Stop!”

“I love it when you both blush for us,” Geri grinned.

Amarok chuckled, brushing his thumb over Tara’s cheek. “Because your first time… should be more than that. It should be everything. Not something done in the middle of an island, under a tent.”

Taylor chuckled. “Romantic.”

“It’s the truth,” Amarok said seriously. “This Hexa bond… it’s bigger than we all understand. The prophecy… what ties us all together… it needs to be honored the right way.”

“And when that time comes,” Geri added, “we’ll mark and mate you. And it won’t just be unforgettable… it’ll be eternal.”

The girls were silent, their hearts racing all over again. And just when they thought the night was done…

Amarok growled.

“We’re not finished.”

Tara gasped as he reached under the blanket, pulling her gently to the other side of the bed, switching places with Taylor. Geri grinned, now taking Tara into his arms as Amarok turned to Taylor.

The girls barely had time to catch their breath before they were touched again.

Geri laid Tara down slowly, kissing her chest as he whispered, “Let me taste you, goddess.”

His tongue trailed down her body, slowly, until he reached her folds. He sucked gently, then hard, lapping at her like a man starved. Tara moaned, her fingers in his hair as her hips lifted to meet his mouth.

On the other side, Amarok kissed Taylor deeply, his hand cupping her breast, then sliding down until he found her soaked core. She was already trembling.

Their moans filled the tent again. Different this time. Slower. Fuller. More consuming.

Geri devoured Tara, groaning into her folds as her thighs locked around his head. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured.

Amarok rolled on top of Taylor, guiding her legs around his waist, grinding against her until she was breathless, begging. His fingers teased her slowly, torturously.

Both girls screamed when their orgasms hit—first Tara, then Taylor. One after the other. And when they collapsed again, gasping for air, the men held them close, whispering their names like a prayer.

The next morning

The first thing she felt was warmth.

It clung to her skin like the memory of a lover’s touch—gentle… possessive… familiar. Tara shifted slightly under the thick blanket, her body sore but strangely satisfied.

The sensation between her thighs told the story of what had happened, what she thought had happened. Her mind floated in and out of sleep, replaying it all like a dream she never wanted to wake from.

The taste of Amarok’s mouth.

The way Geri touched her like she was precious.

Taylor’s soft moans beside her.

A soft sigh left her lips. Her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket as she turned, expecting warmth, expecting someone.

But her hand touched nothing.

No body, No breath. Just empty space.

Her brows knit as her eyes opened slowly. The light was soft, early. Pale rays filtered through the thin curtain walls, casting golden stripes across the floor. Tara blinked hard, her throat tightening.

Where was the deep blue of their tent?

Where were the silk sheets?

Where was the scent of musk and forest and them?

She sat up slowly, the blanket falling from her shoulders. A sharp chill swept through her.

Her heart began to pound.

She wasn’t here. She shouldn’t be here.

This wasn’t the Frost brothers’ tent.

This was hers.

Back in their camp.

Confusion crashed through her like a wave. Her chest rose and fell too fast as her eyes scanned the space again, as if she’d missed something. But there was no sign of last night. No hint of them.

Nothing. Just emptiness.

Panic bloomed in her chest.

Was it a dream?

But the ache in her body… the soreness, the heat that still lingered between her thighs—it had been real. It had to be real.

She swung her legs out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold ground, and just as she stood—

A broken sound. A soft sob and she froze.

Her head turned slowly.

From the far corner of the tent, a low voice cracked the silence.

“Tara…”

The voice was small, wrecked.

Taylor was curled up, shoulders shaking, face buried in her hands.

Tara’s breath caught.

She rushed over without thinking. “Taylor? What’s wrong? What happened?” she whispered, kneeling before her sister, heart pounding louder now, like thunder in her ears.

But Taylor didn’t answer.

She only reached out and threw her arms around her, clinging to her like a lifeline. Her body shook violently with sobs.

“T-Tara… they lied to us,” she whispered.

Tara’s stomach dropped.

She pulled back, gripping her sister’s face. “What are you talking about? Who lied?”

Before Taylor could answer, the tent flap shifted.

Vera and Stone stepped in, their faces grave. Quiet. Almost too still.

Tara stood, her legs wobbly. “Vera? What’s going on? Why are we here?” she asked, her voice rising with each word. “I remember falling asleep in their bed. Why are we back here?!”

Vera didn’t answer.

She didn’t meet Tara’s eyes.

Just lowered her gaze and shook her head, lips pressed tight.

“Say something!” Tara’s voice cracked. “Please!”

Stone stepped forward then, placing both hands on her shoulders.

“Tara…” he began gently, “this is going to be hard to hear.”

Her whole body went stiff.

“Just say it!” she snapped.

He hesitated. Then… he said the words.

“The Frost brothers are gone.”

A pause.

“They left. Their camp is gone. Their ship. Their entire pack. All of them.”

For a second, Tara didn’t move.

The words hit, but they didn’t land.

They hovered above her head like smoke—unreal, shapeless.

Then they struck.

“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That’s not true. They wouldn’t… they couldn’t—” Her chest heaved as she turned to Taylor, her voice sharp. “Taylor, say something! You were there too!”

Taylor’s lips quivered. Her eyes were red, swollen with tears. “I thought they cared,” she choked. “But maybe we were just… something to pass time.”

“No.” Tara’s head shook wildly. “That’s not true. They touched us. They held us. They looked at us like we were everything…”

“Tara…” Stone tried to soothe her again, but she jerked back.

“I don’t believe it!” she screamed and pushed past him, bolting from the tent.

She ran like something chased her—her feet pounding the earth, her hair wild in the wind. Her lungs burned but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

Not until she saw it for herself.

She tore through the trees, past the trail, until the clearing came into view.

And then—

She stopped.

Her knees buckled. Nothing.

The camp was gone. Not a single tent. Not a footprint.

No trace of the fire. No single one their ship docked by the shore.

Only silence. Only sand. Only emptiness.

She sank to her knees, her breath ragged, the world spinning.

Behind her, footsteps approached. Stone, Vera, and Taylor.

“Tara, please…” Stone said softly.

But Tara didn’t look back.

She just stared at the place where they had held her, touched her, kissed her like she was theirs.

“Why?” she whispered, her voice so quiet it was barely there. “Were we not enough?”

“You are enough,” Vera said softly. “You both are. And if they walked away… that’s on them.”

“They threw away what destiny handed them,” Stone added.

Taylor knelt beside her, wrapping her arms around her sister.

“I thought they were real,” she whispered. “But maybe… maybe they were only a fantasy in a book.”

And that was when Tara broke.

The scream that left her throat wasn’t soft. It was guttural. Ripped from her chest like something alive.

She collapsed into her sister, the both of them sinking into the sand, shaking, sobbing.

Their wolves whimpered inside them.

And their siblings didn’t say another word.

They let them cry.

They let them break.

Because sometimes… silence is the only thing that can hold that kind of pain.

And somewhere in the distance… the ocean kept its secrets.