ROSALIE’s POV
One week passed.
Seven full days since the red moon shone over the temple and rewrote everything I thought I understood about my life. Seven days since the moon goddess paired me with the four biker men I desired. Only to watch the quadruplets look at me like I was something they needed to escape, then turn and leave without a single word.
I had not seen them since.
Not in the apartment, on campus, or even in passing. I could still perceive the lingering remains of their scents in the hallway outside my bedroom, but the men themselves had vanished as cleanly as if they had never lived there at all. At first their avoidance made me sad, but now it just felt like an insult.
If they did not want the bond, they could have said so to my face. They should have given me a prope
