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I sat up, meeting him eye to eye for the first time since he’d entered. My voice was small, but steady. “Leave in the morning if you must. Come back only if you’ve learned to stand without breaking me. Don’t kiss me in the dark and expect me to forgive the light. And… don’t touch me like I’m not allowed to walk away.”He listened like I had recited a law. When he spoke, it was the slow, deliberate voice of a man making a vow. “I’ll do it. I’ll earn the right to be near you. I’ll be here if you want me to be. I’ll leave if you say go. I swear on—” He stopped himself, then smiled crookedly. “On something I can’t break.”Something in me softened, but I clenched my fists anyway. Softening wasn’t forgiving. It was simply an admission that I was human, messy, ache-filled, and stupid for wanting warmth when the cold felt safer.He leaned in, not to kiss, but to press his forehead gently to mine, a quiet, almost childish gesture that cracked open the armor around my heart. “I don’t expect yo

But safety didn’t stop my mind from racing.Safe didn’t erase the heat of Zane’s kiss, or the memory of Liam’s fury.Safety wasn’t simple anymore.I pressed my face into the pillow, clinging to the fabric as if it could absorb the chaos inside me. The quiet Kai left behind was softer than his brothers’ storms, but silence had its own sharp edges. My heart kept pounding, restless, unwilling to calm. It was as though my body had been rewired tonight, every nerve ending raw, every breath laced with fire I didn’t ask for.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, the shadows shifting with the moonlight that slipped through the curtains. I could still feel Zane’s hands on me, burning brands across my skin. I could still hear Liam’s voice, furious, possessive, like he had a right to me. And then there was Kai, steady, controlled, quiet thunder. His voice had been the only thing that didn’t make me want to claw out of my own skin.But even Kai wasn’t simple.Because when he looked at

“I didn’t!” My voice cracked, raw and jagged, but I forced it out, fists trembling at my sides. Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, not yet. “I never asked for this! None of it!”I jabbed a shaking finger toward all three of them, my chest heaving. “You think this is some kind of game? That I’m just… some prize to be won, passed around like I don’t have a choice? You’re tearing me apart with your fights, your accusations, your damned jealousy, and I’m sick of it!”The words poured out like poison, years of silence, of swallowing everything, bursting free at once. “Do you even hear yourselves? Liam, you can’t look at me without suspicion, like I’m guilty of something I never asked for. Zane, you treat my pain like it’s your entertainment, like you can twist it into some sick victory. And you, Kai” my voice faltered, but I forced myself to look at him, steady and trembling all at once, “you stand there in silence, letting it all happen, like your silence makes y

My stomach knotted, but she wasn’t finished. Her lips curled into a bitter smile.“Do you know why it was so easy? Because I know these Carter sons. I’ve watched them all my life. And I know the kind of girl that drives them wild, the sweet, soft ones with your kind of figure, your innocent little eyes. I knew the moment you stepped into this house, they’d eat you alive. And I made sure of it.”The words hit like a whip. My breath shuddered out. “You… you set me up?”“Oh, don’t look so shocked.” Her laugh was sharp, cruel. “I hand-fed them every detail about you, your fears, your insecurities, your secrets. I wanted them to pull you apart piece by piece. And they did, didn’t they?” Her gaze flicked to Liam, Zane, and Kai, their bodies stiff with fury and shame. “Every jealous fight, every cruel word, every hungry touch, that’s on me.”Rage flared in my chest, but before I could speak, her voice dropped lower, colder. “And do you know why I did it? Why did I make sure you would never h

The dining room was lit like a stage, candles burning tall, the storm throwing its tantrum against the windows. The long table stretched between us, but it felt too small, too close, every inch crackling with tension.None of us touched the food.Liam’s jaw was tight, his fork untouched. His eyes never left me, dark and demanding. Zane leaned back lazily, wine glass spinning between his fingers, but his smirk was too sharp to be careless. And Kai… Kai sat rigid, fists on the table like anchors, his silence heavier than their words.I couldn’t breathe.Finally, Liam broke it. His voice was a whip. “Enough of this. You’re not leaving this table until you say it.”My throat tightened. “Say… what?”“You know what.” His gaze burned into me. “Your choice. Him, or me. Tonight.”The storm cracked outside, lightning slicing across his face, making him look carved out of fury.Zane laughed, low and mocking. “Oh, listen to big brother. Always so sure he can order you around.” He leaned forward,