Third Person
Theon and Thaddeus raced up the winding stairs outside of the ballroom. Each step, their mate moaned loudly, clutching to whatever she could find. Theon’s white shirt now wrinkled under her sweaty palms. Taking several passage ways, they led her to the one room that they felt most comfortable in, the room that would be the farthest away from any unmated males that tried to smell her out.
Their room.
Before they left, they had each of their king-sized beds pushed together, knowing they wouldn’t be back until they found their mate. The room was made of dark blues and blacks, hints of silver adorning dresser drawers and picture frames.
Trinity moaned again, looking at the bed. It was huge, enough for five people or more, but all she wanted was to feel the touch of her mates,
