The bedroom was warm.
Too warm. Fire roaring, furs everywhere, snow falling hard outside the black stone windows, sealing us in.
Cade laid me on the bed like I was made of moonlight. Rhys stood by the door, shaking, his silver eyes almost completely white with his rut, his new mark bleeding silver light down his neck.
"Rhys," I whispered, my hand on my bump, which was glowing gold so bright it lit the room. "Come here."
He didn't move. He couldn't. Second mate rut is different than first mate rut. First mate rut is hunger. Second mate rut is worship. He was afraid to touch me.
"Look at me," Cade said to Rhys, his voice low, not jealous now, just Alpha to Alpha. "You won't hurt her. The pup won't let you. Luna won't let you. I won't let you. But you have to seal it, or Magnus will have
