Fated to Four Brothers
he whispered, his voice rough with the promise of what was to come.
Hunter, ever the silent observer, placed a hand on my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine. “You’ve earned this, Loraine,” he murmured, his words settling over me like a comforting weight. “Let go. Let us take care of you.”
I could feel my body responding, a pull deep within me, a craving I had never truly acknowledged until now. These men—these wolves—had a way of making me feel more alive than I ever thought possible. But it wasn’t just the physical connection. It was something deeper, something rooted in trust, in love, in the undeniable bond of mates and pack.
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