Greyson’s POV
There’s a profound, terrifying duality in being a Warden.
Just five minutes ago, the four of us were entirely feral. We were absolute monsters, completely consumed by the heavy, intoxicating scent of our mate and the desperate, frantic sounds she made as she shattered for us on the cold marble floor. My blood had been boiling, my icy restraint entirely decimated by the sheer magnitude of my lust.
But as Raiden carried her trembling, exhausted body out of the ruined bathroom and across the threshold of the master suite, that feral beast instantly receded. In its place rose a fierce, suffocating need to protect and cherish.
“Gently,” I instructed, my voice still rough with residual arousal. I walked closely beside them, keeping the heavy silver comforter securely wrapped ar
