Mated to Four
“You know Hayden always has a plan.”
I shook my head. “I’m not ready for this.”
He placed a hand on my shoulder—gentle, steady. “No one ever is. But sometimes fate shows up earlier than expected.”
I sat down on the washing machine, staring at my unfinished pile of laundry.
Last night, I almost had a heart attack over a condom prank from my unstable mate, Adonis.
Now I’m suddenly part of an Alpha arranged mating meltdown, facing the possibility of being Luna—which, let’s be real, is way above my current pay grade—and maybe… just maybe, got claimed as a mate by the coldest guy I’ve ever met.