MATT POVThey don’t notice me, too lost in each other to notice me peering through the crack in the tent. Zeke remains calm, watching Fletcher’s grubby paws all over Charity. And yet we don’t storm forward demanding he back away. I’m glued to my spot, mesmerized by the way she is looking at him.“He loves her.” Zeke whines while we watch him tuck a strand behind behind her ear. “Maybe we were wrong about his intentions.” He huffs, pacing, worry seizing us both while we silently observe the pair. “Look how she watches him.”My gaze flicks to Charity, and immediately regret the decision. The way her blue eyes stare at him, her mouth slightly agape with surprise, and her irises a shade darker. That lustful expression is one I recognize well, having been on the receiving end. “He could still be a traitor.” I argue, despite seeing the evidence otherwise. Could he be a liability to her?“If he wanted to hand her over to Dugray, he would have done it already.” Zeke reminds, my claws extendin

CHARITY POVI unlock the door to my home, the place dark and quiet as my parents sleep upstairs. I inhale, craving the comforting smells of familiarity. Goddess, how I’ve missed it, even my overbearing mother. My feet carry me through the house, seeing all the changes she has made to the decor. Her tastes are elegant and distinguished. Proper, with the white walls, and simple additions that add a pop of color the space needs.The startling contrasts between our style is noticeable. We are similar and opposites in every way. Two sides of the same coin. Family pictures line the walls in the hall, the three of us in a coordinating outfit, looking so pristine. Too bad these pictures don’t show the massive fight we had earlier that morning. It was a doozy too, and I can’t even remember what it was about, probably something stupid, and not even worth the screaming match.“Char?” A groggy voice breaks my concentration. I almost jump out of my boots, twisting to find my mom in her bathrobe an

CHARITY POVDarkness consumes every corner of my room, the blinds and shades shut so tight, no light from the outside world peaks inside. How the hell did I get here? Theo and Andrew must have carried me upstairs from the SUV. I push myself until my back is resting against the headboard and finish wiping the sleep out of my eyes before grabbing my phone from the nightstand. The bright light illuminates the room as I tap the screen to check the time. Goddess, I’ve slept for at least thirteen hours if the betas picked me up from the ceremony atrium at 9 this morning.“Let’s go for a run.” Summer begs, hope lacing our shared aura. She’s tired of being cooped up in this room, and I can’t blame her because I am, too. “It’s after midnight, please?”Her pleas tug at my heartstrings, so I throw the comforter off of me before hopping from the bed. The soft carpet tickling the bottom of my feet, my toes digging in. I reach into the sky, stretching out my muscles. “Fine, but because neither of t

FLETCHER POV I stare down at the phone in my hands, pacing, hoping that it works out the anxiety circulating in my bloodstream. My palms are sweaty, my fingers twitching like an addict going through withdrawals. Damn, Charity and her words that haven’t stopped haunting me since our conversation. She’s gotten under my skin. How will Matt react to this information? It’s better he find out sooner than later. If he’s going to punch me, I’d rather happen here, when my bruise will have time to heal and others won’t witness. But what’s most important, there is no chance Charity will see it either. Her schedule is jam-packed, getting ready with Nora and Elle. Xander is with Damon, Andrew, Theo, and Frankie, so I have at least an hour free before they question our absence. My toes tap against the floorboards with impatience. The confidence I had earlier is slowly dwindling to nothing the longer I wait. Where the hell is he? He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. The longer he makes me

CHARITY POVParamore blares through the speakers of my stereo, my head resting against my favorite fuzzy pillow. I try to stop my thoughts from wandering to where they shouldn’t. To who they shouldn’t.A growl of frustration leaves my lips as Summer, my meddlesome wolf, pushes their faces into my mind. She feels no shame about wanting Matt and Fletcher equally. The idea sinful and thrilling.Wrong. Wrong. So very wrong. People don’t have two mates, and people shouldn’t want more than one. Maybe I am defective? What’s wrong that I cannot pick and accept my choices? But the thought of not having the other makes me sick. My heart aches when I try to imagine the possibility.How selfish am I? They’re both waiting around for me to decide. To choose, how the hell am I supposed to do that? “We don’t.” Summer drones on for the millionth time.‘Making them share me isn’t fair, Summer!” The argument flowing like a memorized script. “They need to focus on finding their mates.” If the thought of