Wren POV
I tap my shot glass on the bar. The bartender is actively ignoring me. I have lost count of how many drinks I've had, and it is only 5:00pm. It has been a month. The portal is still closed, and the runes of the mate bond are fading from my arms. Both bonds are fading; soon, there will be no evidence that I had mates at all.
I have no doubt this was Selene's plan all along. She separated me from them because I wouldn't choose. Now, I won't get to keep either.
"Another," I shout at the bartender.
He stands in front of me, frowning. "Princess. I think you have had enough."
"Don't call me that," I snap.
"Let me call someone to come get you," he says softly. "Maybe one of the triplets."
I scoff loudly. "I came here to get drunk."
"I can see that,"
