Cierra:
I woke in the dead of night with Dane’s words on my mind.
I thought of them—him and Alyssa—the night of the rogue attack. I thought of how I’d seen the two of them together in the courtyard, her hand brushing his cheek like she had the right, like she owned him.
The thought burned in my chest, spreading until I couldn’t breathe.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?”
Dominic’s voice broke the silence, rough from sleep. It always did something to me, the way his tone softened only for me.
He stirred beside me, the bedsheets falling to his waist. His hair was tousled, his eyes half-lidded with sleep, yet even like this, he was all strength and quiet steadiness.
“This two mate thing... It’s weird, isn’t it?” I asked, my voice fragile.
Dom rubbed his eyes, his mouth tugging into a slee
