The Last White Wolf & Her Chosen Kings
I curled up on the oversized velvet couch, legs tucked beneath me, while the twins sprawled out on the floor like oversized golden retrievers, Kael with his head propped on a cushion, Riven upside down and tossing a pen in the air.
Auren sat straight backed in the armchair across from me, wings draped lazily over the sides like a fucking painting. He had one of the mate bond books open on his lap, and the gleam in his eyes told me I was about to be educated.
"I have read everything I could," he began, voice deep and smooth as ever, "and I believe I understand more now."
"Oh boy," I muttered, sipping my tea. "Hit us."
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