HER TWO MATES

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE BROKEN OATH

The sun had long set, but the fire inside Aurora Liam only burned hotter.

She stood alone on the balcony of the East Wing, her sheer crimson robe barely clinging to her shoulders. The New York skyline shimmered in the distance, a false peace against the chaos in her veins.

Her fingertips sparkled with residual magic. The concrete beneath her bare feet was cracked from her earlier outburst.

Her n*****s stiffened against the silk robe, and she shifted, rubbing her thighs together.

She was on fire again.

Not just with power—with need.

But it was no longer just a mating heat.

It was something darker.

Something hungrier.

And it scared her.

Inside the Mansion – The Alphas' War

Downstairs, Alexander paced the glass-walled study like a beast trapped in a too-small cage.

“She’s losing control,” he growled, eyes glowing. “She’s pregnant, but her power is amplifying.”

Jaxon leaned against the bar, shirtless, glass of whiskey in hand. “You think I don’t see that? She nearly split the damn ground open with a moan.”

“She’s not human anymore, Jax.”

“No. She’s becoming a goddess.”

Alexander glared. “One carrying a child. My child.”

Jaxon smirked darkly. “You sure about that?”

Silence.

The kind that precedes war.

Back Upstairs – Aurora’s Body Betrays Her

Aurora walked back inside, heading toward the master suite.

The robe slipped lower with every step. Her breasts bounced softly, bare beneath the silk, n*****s peeking through the fabric.

She was hot. Aching.

And no amount of cold water or meditation helped.

She dropped the robe as she stepped into the bedroom.

Nude.

Powerful.

Pregnant.

And something about that reality made her hornier.

She stared at herself in the mirror, running her fingers over her breasts. They were fuller now. Sensitive. Every brush of her fingers made her whimper.

She slid a hand lower.

Her moans echoed off the walls.

Until—

A knock.

Not Alexander.

Not Jaxon.

Her heart skipped.

She felt… watched.

A Presence in the Dark

The door creaked open.

No footsteps.

Just heat.

Then—

A voice. Velvet and rough.

“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you, fire queen?”

Aurora turned.

He stepped from the shadows.

Tall. Bronze-skinned. Shirtless. Black runes tattooed over his chest. His eyes glowed red—not gold. Not blue.

Crimson. Like blood moonlight.

“Hello, Aurora.”

She gasped. “Who the hell—”

“Your third.”

“Your hidden mate.”

“The one they sealed away.”

Her mouth opened, but no sound came.

“I’ve watched you touch yourself. Cry for release. Arch for them.”

“But they’ve never truly satisfied you. Not like I can.”

“Not like I will.”

He stepped forward, and her knees buckled.

Her magic didn’t reject him.

It melted for him.

He pulled her close.

Kissed her neck.

Ran his hands over her breasts—obsessively. Reverently. Fingers teasing her n*****s until she moaned like a siren.

“These...” he whispered. “I’ve dreamed of them. I’ll worship them every night until you can’t stand, Aurora.”

She whimpered.

Then he knelt behind her—grabbing her butt, spreading her gently, and kissing every inch like it was sacred.

She cried out.

“So soft. So perfect.”

“I’ll make you come until you forget their names.”

And then—

He slid into her. Deep. Wide. Relentless.

She screamed. But it wasn’t fear.

It was surrender.