Her fingers twisted in the edge of the blanket as she stood, her legs feeling unsteady beneath her. She moved toward the door slowly, each step hesitant, as though she were trying to talk herself out of it. Her hand hovered over the handle, her breath hitching as she whispered, “If he’s not there, I’ll just… I’ll just go back to bed.”
“He is there,” Tyler purred. “Stop fighting it. He’s waiting for you.”
Taking a deep breath, Bella turned the handle and stepped into the hallway. The quiet of the Alpha Suite surrounded her, the air still and heavy with the scent of him. Her bare feet padded softly against the floor as she walked toward his room, each step bringing her closer to what she knew she wanted—and feared.
The door to his room loomed in front of her, slightly ajar. She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. Tyler was practically vibrating with excitement, her presence at the forefront of Bella’s mind. “Go in. He’s there. Go to him.”
Bella pushed the door open gently, her breath catching as she peeked inside. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the window. Her eyes landed on him, lying sprawled on the bed, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep sleep. He was there, just as Tyler had promised.
Her heart ached at the sight of him, his golden hair tousled, the sheets pulled loosely over his hips. He was shirtless, his broad shoulders and muscular chest illuminated faintly by the moonlight. Bella’s body warmed at the sight, her earlier release now a mere flicker compared to the raging fire that returned with a vengeance.
“Go to him.” Tyler’s voice was softer now, almost a whisper of encouragement.
Bella stepped into the room, her movements quiet and tentative. She stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at him, her hand twitching with the desire to reach out and touch him. He shifted slightly in his sleep, a low sound escaping him, and her heart skipped a beat.
“Lie down with him. Just be close.” Tyler’s words were soothing, coaxing her forward.
With a shaky breath, Bella climbed onto the bed, moving slowly so as not to wake him. She settled on her side, facing him, her fingers brushing lightly against the sheets. The warmth radiating from his body was intoxicating, pulling her closer without thought. She allowed herself to relax, her eyes tracing the strong lines of his face as her breathing matched his.
For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt calm. The tension that had been clawing at her all night eased, and she let out a soft sigh. She wasn’t ready to wake him, wasn’t ready to face the intensity of his gaze. For now, just being here, close to him, was enough.
“Soon,” Tyler purred contentedly, and Bella let her eyes drift closed, her body finally succumbing to sleep next to her Mate.
Bella’s steps toward Luke’s bed were cautious yet filled with a fiery determination. Every inch of her body screamed to be close to him, to feel him, to let the Bond between them consume her fully. She couldn’t deny it any longer—neither her own desires nor Tyler’s constant urging.
As she stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes flicked open, locking onto hers immediately. Even in the dim light, his gaze was piercing, darkened with desire and recognition. She saw his nostrils flare as he inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal filling the room. It was enough to stir him completely awake, his body shifting as he pushed himself up on his arms.
The ripple of his muscles as he moved made her heart race, and Bella couldn’t look away. He was perfect, even in his relaxed state. His gaze never left hers as he slid the duvet off, revealing his fully aroused, naked body beneath. Her breath caught at the sight, her own body responding instantly.
Without a word, Luke opened his arms to her, the silent invitation breaking down the last of her hesitation. She crossed the room quickly, climbed into the bed, and pressed herself against him, her lips seeking his in a kiss that carried every ounce of need and longing she’d held back for so long. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, as her body molded itself to his. She shifted beneath him, letting him cover her completely, craving his weight and warmth.
Luke’s mouth devoured hers, his lips moving with a fierce hunger that mirrored her own. His hands roamed her body, one gripping her thigh to pull her closer, his other hand pressing into the mattress as he steadied himself above her. When his deep blue eyes locked onto hers, there was no hesitation, no question—only raw, unfiltered desire.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice rough, a perfect harmony of both Luke and Maddis.
“Mine,” Bella growled back, her voice entwined with Tyler’s, their bond solidified in that single word.
Luke’s mouth claimed hers again, and as their lips collided, he thrust into her fully, filling her completely. Bella gasped into his kiss, arching her body to meet him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held onto him. Each slow, deliberate thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, their bodies moving in perfect sync. He was deep, firm, and unrelenting, his movements both dominant and reverent, as though he were worshipping her with every touch, every motion.
The Bond between them was electric, heightening every sensation, making every kiss, every thrust, every whispered growl of possession more intense. Bella’s body responded eagerly, meeting his movements with her own, her cries of pleasure muffled against his lips. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotion—desire, love, relief, and a deep, unshakable sense of belonging.
He shifted slightly, adjusting his angle, and she cried out as he hit a spot inside her that sent shockwaves through her entire being. “Look at me,” he demanded softly, his voice both tender and commanding.
