🌘 Fenrir POV A knock hit the door. Once. Then Melanie’s voice came through it. “Arria, it’s time to share Fenrir with the rest of the pact.” Arria’s eyes widened. She jumped off my lap so fast I couldn’t stop her. My body was still behind—caught on the fact that she had claimed me in her own way. “I suppose an hour passed,” she said, moving to the door. A low growl slipped from my chest. She looked back at me. Smiled— soft, sweet, touched. Then turned and opened the door. Melanie stood outside with one hand raised, ready to knock again. Her eyes went from Arria’s flushed face— to me. Still bare-chested. Still sitting in the armchair. Still not fully recovered. Her mouth opened. I stood. Slowly. Melanie closed her mouth. Wise. Arria cleared her throat. “We were just coming.” “Of course you were,” Melanie said. Her gaze sharpened with immediate interest. I crossed the room and pulled on a shirt. Wide collar. Perfect. Then I took Arria’s hand and started t
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