WILLOW POVI felt as if all the air in my lungs had been knocked out of me. Matt, the one person who had always been there for me, looked at me with disbelief and hurt.His eyes, emerald green, were wide and stunned as they darted between the three of us; his grip loosened, and he quickly let go of me, as if I had burned him with my touch.He took a step back, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, gasping for water. “What’s going on here?” he whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with disbelief. “Who are these guys?”I opened my mouth to explain, but no words came out. I hesitated and stammered, and before I could form the correct word to speak, I was too late.Before I knew it, Cameron and Chase, my friends, moved in sync like they always did. They came to my side. Their hands, strong and gentle, grabbed me at the same time and pulled me away from Matt and closer to them.Cameron spoke with a commanding tone, his voice loud and clear, “We are her mates.” He announced it, leavin

WILLOW POVI lay awake in my bed, staring at the moonlit ceiling. Sleep was far from me tonight, whether I missed my mate or I was still shaken by the news of my mother’s deceit was not very clear to me.I wish I could go talk to them or cuddle with them like we did earlier. However, they might already be sleeping, and I wouldn’t want to wake them up.With that thought in mind, I decided to stay put, hoping that sleep would eventually come. But it didn’t. My mind was racing with endless thoughts, none of which were pleasant enough to calm both my wolf and me.Suddenly, I heard a soft noise. It was my door, opening slowly. I reached for the lamp at my bedside and turned it on. I blinked, surprised by what I saw.Cameron and Chase were standing in the doorway, grinning mischievously at me. "Cameron! Chase!" I gasped, happy to see them."Hey, love," Cameron said, his eyes twinkling. "Can we come in? We thought you might use some company.""Sure, come on in," I said, smiling back.They wa

Willow POVThe night was still, the only sound in the room being the rhythmic breathing of my mates, Cameron and Chase, who lay on either side of me. Their presence was a comforting warmth, proof that the bond we shared was real and magical.Ever since they claimed me as their mate, they have been my constant companions. Their protective instincts make them hesitant to leave my side, even for a moment. I feel ensnared by their presence, their arms weighing heavily around me, their chests rising and falling in rhythm with mine.Careful not to disturb their peaceful slumber, I slipped out of bed. The cool floor beneath my bare feet was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed, tempting me to abandon my mission and return to its comfort. However, the dryness in my throat was demanding attention and needed to be quenched.I picked up a discarded shirt from the floor. The fabric still carried its sweet scent. I hurriedly pulled it over my head, then quietly exited the room and headed towa

Kai’s POVI felt my heart hammering in my chest, each beat echoing the shock of Adam's revelation. He was Nadia's mate.I stared at him, searching for a flicker of deceit or remorse in his eyes. I was looking for any sign that could indicate he was lying to me. However, all I encountered was a raw honesty that churned my stomach.Adam looked at me with a mix of pain and regret, as if he still cared for me after all he had done. How could he do this to me? How could he keep such a secret from me for so long when we had practically done everything together?Adam had been my loyal companion, my right-hand man, and my brother in all but blood. He had been without a mate for as long as I had known him, and I had often wondered if fate had been cruel to him. It’s even surprising that he never considered choosing anyone for himself.But now, I realize that he had been waiting for Nadia, the devil who had broken my heart and ruined my life the moment she decided to become my Luna.The woman h

WILLOW’S POV"Who is he, mother? Who is my biological father? Tell me!” I demanded once again, my voice trembling with rage and hurt.Mother sighed, seemingly bored by my question. She looked at me, her expression feigning pity. Her brown, hazel eyes were cold, devoid of emotion. “He is a nobody, my dear. I made a mistake when I was young and foolish. He doesn’t matter. He never did.”Raw anger and betrayal coursed through my veins as I listened to her spin a tale of lies about my biological father. How could she do this to me? How could she keep such a vital part of my identity hidden from me for so long without a shred of remorse?Her voice, which used to soothe me with its warmth and comfort, now sounded like a million little needles pricking my eardrums and causing them to bleed.Despite my pain at her refusal, she still acted as if she were innocent, pretending to be shocked by the accusations I hurled at her. She claimed that she had always loved me and that, out of that love, s