ALICIA
The next morning dawned crisp and bright, sunlight pouring through the tall windows of the pack house like an invitation. I padded downstairs barefoot, wearing nothing but one of Ethan’s soft T-shirts and a pair of his boxers, hair still tousled from sleep and everything that had come before it. The scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon drifted from the kitchen, but it was the four heartbeats waiting for me that pulled me forward.
They were all there, gathered in the open living room, dressed, showered, outwardly composed. But I felt the faint shadows under their eyes, the subtle tension in their shoulders. None of them had slept much. The bond had carried every sigh, every laugh, every cry of pleasure Ethan and I had shared yesterday… and well into the night. They’d felt it al
