Chapter 15: Submission

I braced myself as the heavy door swung shut behind us, sealing me inside the triplets' bedroom.

Three sets of eyes burned into me—Dorian’s midnight-blue, sharp with challenge. Evander’s golden-brown, calculating and unreadable. Rowan’s hazel, soft yet searing, filled with

Chapter 16: The Claim Begins

The packhouse was too loud.

Too many voices. Too many glances thrown my way.

But none of it mattered.

Because they were watching me.

Dorian. Evander. Rowan.

I felt them from across the dining hall, a weight that pressed into my skin, thickened the air in my lungs.

Chapter 17: No Escape from Desire

There was nowhere to run.

Not anymore.

The triplets had decided, and now they were everywhere.

I felt them in the air I breathed, in the shadows that stretched long in the packhouse corridors.

In the way my wolf no longer snarled when they got too close.

She