I concentrate on Laurant’s dark green eyes as best I can, squinting to focus.
“The way you feel right now. Your Alphas are to blame.”
I blink.
“Because we haven’t been there for you. We haven’t treated you right and neglected to bring our pack together properly.”
The words flow through my brain, but their meaning is lost.
Laurant nears us, sits on the edge of the bed with me between him and Nyx. “You love Nyxeris, don’t you?”
My body jolts at this question, my voice coming out as a harsh hiss. “Of course I do. She’s mine.” I squeeze her tighter.
Laurant’s expression changes a moment before returning to calm. “She’sours,”he says. And I don’t want to believe it, but I know he’s right. “I would do anything to protect her. Wouldn’t you?”
I’m nodding vehemently, brow drawn tight.
“Common ground.” He holds his hand out to me, palm up.
I stare at that strong hand for a while, his scent growing stronger. My gaze flashes up at his face, then back to his hand before I slowly lean forward, sliding my palm over his, feeling the ridges on the bitemark there.
Nyx’s bite.
Calm washes away the brain fog like a bucket of cold water has been dumped over my head. My muscles stiffen as realization begins to take over.
Nyx has my hand gripped tight in both of hers, and I peer at her deep chocolate eyes filled with concern.
“I don’t…” I blink, shake my head. “What’s happening?”
“Andrew thinks that you’re going feral because our pack hasn’t been completed,” Nyx tells me, voice calm but words blunt. “He and Erich want to help.”
“Help?”
Nyx’s eyes dart from Laurant to Erich, then back to me, and Erich takes a step closer to us from the door. “If you’ll let us, we’d like to complete our pack. Bond with you.”
“Because I’m going feral because of you, and you want to ‘help.’” Bitter words tumble from my lips.
“Because we belong together,” Laurant says.
“Because we…” Erich makes a choking sound, and I look up at his icy eyes, find them swimming with tears. His pain somehow blooms in my chest. “We love you.”
My lips part and I gape at him.Love?
Visions of our kiss, angry but filled with passion, float through my mind. I can feel his lips on mine, his tongue forcing its way inside my mouth. And I want more.
So much more.
My whine rises before I register my perfume is blooming all around me. Laurant’s breath hitches and I turn to him. When I do, Nyx’s lips slide across the skin of my neck and I whine louder, my gaze on Laurant turns pleading.
He slides closer on the bed, his strong fingers moving from my hand to my face, holding it steady. “Words, Zephyr.”
My mouth opens and closes silently before I utter, “Kiss me.”
He lets out something close to a growl before swooping in and claiming my lips, his tongue strong as it parts them and curls into my mouth, coaxing my tongue into a wet, sensual dance.
Nyx sighs beside me, and it’s a happy sound that ends in her own whine.
When the mattress moves, I realize that Erich has joined us, capturing Nyx’s lips behind me.
