Tobias's POVOkay, I am not prepared to witness my wolf taking his mate.Like, not at all.I think I might be sick.Thor's lust and want are driving him hard now. It's all he can think about. Claiming his mate. Her scent is heavy in the air, and he's salivating, the need to mate her all-consuming.Lex and Atlas are either side of us, purring and rumbling themselves, and fucking hell, are they queuing up?Here's the manuscript-style version, with the one-liners folded back into prose so it reads like a novel rather than a beat sheet.Atlas brushes against Zanthe as he circles past her, rubbing his shoulder along her side. She leans into it, returning the gesture before nudging her nose beneath Lex's jaw. The three wolves exchange scent and touch so naturally it's almost impossible to miss.Wait, are they actually taking turns?Atlas settles down a few feet away, completely unbothered, while Lex looks equally relaxed. Oh Goddess, they're coordinating. The wolves have worked this out alr
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