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I woke to the faint scent of the forest drifting through the open windows, sunlight spilling across the room. My body ached in ways that reminded me of last night-the heat, the intensity, the desperate passion. I shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness running through my back and neck, and felt Cole’s arm tighten around me instinctively, holding me close even in sleep.I opened my eyes slowly, trying to take in the calm of the morning, but the tranquility didn’t last. A shadow fell across the doorway, tall, dark, and impossibly commanding. Cristof.He didn’t step fully inside at first-he just lingered, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. His gaze landed on Cole, who was still half-slumbering, his head resting against my shoulder, lips slightly parted as if he hadn’t moved since falling asleep.“How could you,” Cristof said, his voice low, but sharp enough to cut through the quiet, “say you want to become her mate… if you can’t even restrain yourself?”Cole stirred at the sound, blinking, e

Cristof stepped forward, eyes narrowing, his gaze slicing through the tension that had been building. “You know, Geri,” he began, voice low, almost amused, “you’re the one who pushed into my mind that Bam is my mate.”I froze mid-breath. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, trying not to betray the sudden spike of fear and curiosity.Cristof’s smirk deepened, sharp and teasing. “Yes, you. You planted that seed, and now I see the results.” His eyes flicked toward Geri, pointed and calculating. “Now you’re acting like a secret admirer of your best friend’s girlfriend. Clever, aren’t you?”Geri’s lips quirked, but his posture didn’t falter. He stood taller, aura radiating that dangerous confidence I had always hated and secretly feared. “And I suppose you’re just realizing now?” he said, voice smooth.Cristof tilted his head, lips curling. “You’re also the reason why, whenever Bam and I fight… I make the wrong decision. I believed your advice. Foolish me.” He laughed, but it wasn’t

The forest was quiet now, but the tension in the air still hung thick, almost tangible. My body still tingled from the heat of the night, the lingering memory of touches that shouldn’t have happened, but did. Cristof’s possessive aura, Cole’s dark, desperate desire, and Geri’s dominant, playful energy-each left their mark on me, literally and figuratively. My skin still burned from the lingering touches, and my chest tightened with emotions I wasn’t even sure I could name.I stepped carefully between the trees, still in my training clothes, my hair tangled from the sparring session earlier. Cristof walked a little ahead of me, his expression unreadable, protective. Cole lingered just a few steps behind, his eyes always on me, always assessing, always waiting for my smallest movement. Geri walked beside me, exuding confidence, teasing, and possessiveness all at once.I had no idea how to process it. How could I possibly sort through feelings for three men at once-three men who claimed

Bam’s POVNights had become dangerous in a new way. Not the kind with claws or blood or shadows hunting us from the trees. No. This danger breathed softly against my neck, wrapped arms around my waist, and fought for the right to sleep closest to me. Cristof. Cole. Geri.Three warm bodies sharing a bed with me like it was the most natural thing in the world now. And somehow, I hadn’t died from embarrassment. Yet. Weeks had. The training continued every morning until afternoon, pushing my bones to crack and my muscles to scream. But every night… every single night… they turned soft. Feverish. Too intimate. The kind of closeness that made it impossible to pretend none of this was happening. Tonight was no different. The lamp by the bed flickered low, painting shadows across the room. I was in the center, like a treasure the three wanted to guard. Or steal. Or both. Cristof’s fingers traced patterns on my arm lazily, a touch so gentle I almost forgot he had claws. On my other side, Cole

I blinked, staring at the five men surrounding me on the bed. My heart thudded so hard it felt like it could crack my ribs. Cristof leaned close, his eyes dark with desire and something softer I couldn’t name, Cole’s arms were draped possessively around my waist, Geri’s hand pressed against mine like it anchored him to me, and Radolf and Cloud… their expressions were impossibly tender, yet there was fire hidden behind the calm.I couldn’t help the question that spilled from me, trembling despite my resolve. “Why… why are all of you acting like I belong to each of you?”Cristof, as always, was first. His fingers cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks softly. “Because you do,” he murmured. His voice was low, rasped with emotion. “You’re a Luna, Bam. A strong Luna like you… it’s never about belonging to just one man. Not when your strength… your life… demands more than one.”I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. His words made sense in some twisted way, but my heart still wobbled under t