I couldn't believe it.
No. I refused to believe it.
I was sitting on the edge of a hotel bed, the blanket drawn up to my chest, staring at the man sleeping beside me—Nickolas. Nickolas.
My mate. My sister’s soon-to-be husband.
And I had sl**t with him.
My breath caught, a silent gasp leaving my throat. My fingers trembled as they clutched the sheets tighter. How? How did this even happen?
I tried to trace the night backwards. I remembered drinking—yes. Sitting beside Stella, venting, whining about life, and that half-finished glass she left behind. Then it was all just... fragments. Warmth. Smiles. A familiar scent. A dream.
Now reality stared me right in the face.
I slowly turned, trying not to rouse him as I slid out of bed. My feet touched the cold floor just as my phone began t
