Zara
I spent as long as I could getting ready for bed. Unfortunately, I didn’t exactly have a long or complicated personal grooming routine. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and combed my hair. Then, I changed into a pair of soft shorts and a tank top. And then I was out of excuses to delay.
I didn’t exactly think the Alphas would take advantage of me sleeping in the same bed with them. I was pretty sure I could trust them. It was me I didn’t trust.
Could I resist the urge to run my hand over their chests, to steal a kiss from one or both brothers?
They didn’t need me to soothe them. And I shouldn’t want to. Both times I’d been intimate with one or both of them, I’d collapsed in unbearable pain. I still barely remembered the second time.
But before I’d collapsed, things had bee
