The Bane And The Alpha Beast
Bella, Tawny, and Samson, meanwhile, had settled into a harmony so unexpectedly natural that even Ronan—who had initially looked skeptical enough to bite someone over it—had admitted it worked.
Bella seemed perpetually perched between them, laughing, touching one or the other as though she had never in her life imagined love could arrive multiplied.
Samson doted openly.
Tawny pretended not to.
But everyone saw through her.
One afternoon I found Bella stretched across a bench with her head in Tawny’s lap while Samson knelt at her feet rubbing her ankles, though she wasn’t even pregnant yet.
I stared.
“What exactly am I witnessing?”
Bella grinned lazily.