KATHERINE POV
There was a moment, just before waking, when everything was weightless.
No voices in my head.
No mates wrapped around my limbs like living armor.
Just breath.
Just warmth.
Just... peace.
It didn’t last long.
The second my eyes opened, I was caught in the tangle of us—four powerful, possessive, beautiful bodies sleeping in the ruins of what we did last night. The sheets were a mess.
My body was a bigger mess.
Claimed, kissed, bruised in the softest ways, sore in places I hadn’t even known could feel good. And still, I’d never felt more sacred.
They worshipped me.
Last night, they made love to me like I was their sun, their moon, and their battlefield.
One after the other—sometimes together—they held me like I was both fragile and indestructible.
They weren’t just
