Cary’s POV I looked down at my gorgeous mate and a whirlwind of emotions rushed through me, making me gasp for air. Sex with someone I cared about was a foreign concept to me. But this was my mate and I’d never cared for anyone more. Not that our mate bond was the determining factor. I’d wanted Mallory for as long as I could remember, and not just for one night. Looking back, that had terrified me a little. It had been easier to make her hate me than to finally have her in my arms just to lose when her I inevitably fucked it up. But I wouldn’t fuck it up now. I couldn’t. Nothing in this life mattered to me and my wolf more than this woman’s happiness. I’d die before I hurt her again. Mallory reached for me and I felt like my heart would soar right out of my chest. This stunning creature actually wanted me, needed me. That humbling thought almost brought me to my knees. Roan, on the other hand, was prancing around in my head like the conceited bastard he was. I took Mallory’s h

Clay’s POV My eyes snapped open in the midnight black room but my wolf could see as if it were daylight. Mallory was still sleeping soundly in my arms, Cary snoring softly from where he laid curled up behind her. His face was still buried in her hair just as mine had been nuzzled against her neck, our wolves craving her scent even in sleep. It was a heady fragrance made even more intoxicating now that it was combined with ours. Without consistent mating, I knew our scent would fade from hers until she was marked but that was hardly a problem in my mind. Sex with Mallory was fucking incredible. I was already irrevocably addicted in a way I’d never been to anyone or anything else. She’d be lucky if I ever let her out of my bed again. Still, there was something so surreal about lying in bed, wrapped up in our now fully mated Luna. After years of denying myself this pleasure and being denied by her, I could hardly believe it was finally real. Maybe that was why I was awake in the m

Cary’s POV I’d heard it said that multiples have stronger bonds than single born siblings and the more in the birth litter, the stronger the bonds. Quads were closer than triplets who were closer than twins, etc. I’d only ever been a triplet so I couldn’t confirm the veracity of that theory but I could say my bond with my brothers had always been extremely tight. Some might resent the life of a triplet, always sharing everything. Hell, even my face wasn’t my own. But I never once felt sorry for myself. In fact, I loved everything about having two ready-made best friends. At least that was true until just a few minutes ago. When Clay left to confront Colton, he was fuming and I couldn’t blame him. After what he’d put Mallory through, I wouldn’t have minded going a few rounds with him myself. But as time wore on, Clay’s rage intensified. And thanks to our bond, I felt every bit of it as if it were my own. Mallory’s body still shook from the aftershocks of Colton’s betrayal. I di

Mallory’s POV “You can do this Mallory. All you have to do is be honest. And don’t cry! No matter what he says, don’t cry! He’ll only feel guilty and you’re the only one who gets to feel guilty in this scenario.” I talked myself up while wearing a path on Clay’s bedroom floor. I could almost hear my wolf’s eyes rattling as they rolled back in her head. She found it utterly ridiculous that I would be so concerned about the feelings of a man who wasn’t our mate. From the moment she entered my life, the triplets were the only men who mattered in her mind and she refused to even acknowledge my feelings for Nathan. That was all well and good for her. But part of me was still human, with human weaknesses and human emotions. And when I had to look in Nathan’s eyes and see the heartache and sorrow I caused him, I would have the same reaction any human with a conscience would have. A stifling sense of shame and regret. Not that I didn’t deserve it. “Might as well get it over with. Gue

Colton’s POV The last few hours had been pure fucking misery. I couldn’t feel my brothers through our bond anymore. An empty, hollow feeling sat where the connection to their souls had always been. A source of strength and comfort I’d taken for granted for a lifetime ripped away in a fraction of a second. I’d always thought of myself as selfless, the triplet most willing to sacrifice for the good of others. This whole ordeal put paid to that delusion. I was a fucking selfish bastard. That’s all there was to it. Foolishly, I’d hoped that once I’d vanquished her enemies like the knight on the white horse I saw myself as, Mallory and I could find our way back to each other. Maybe, just maybe, she’d let me fix what I’d done, make up for all the pain I’d caused her in the name of protecting her. Clay’s beat down had forced me to see the truth of the situation. I’d expected Cary, the hot-headed triplet, to rain hell down on me. But when my even-keeled, not easily riled middle brothe