Chapter 62

• As we pulled into the driveway, a startling realization dawned on me—I was no longer afraid of what the future might hold. Despite the looming dangers and the knowledge that I could be manipulated as a weapon, none of it seemed to matter anymore. For so long, I had doubted Ethan and Kieran, convinced they were too good to be true. It felt improbable that I had been blessed with not one but two soulmates, destined to cherish and support me forever. Though hesitant to declare love just yet, I yearned for something deeper.
• Ethan and Kieran’s parents were already asleep when we entered the house, sparing them from sensing my tumultuous emotions, which I struggled to conceal. I fought to steady my trembling fingers, anxiety gnawing at me. Despite my limited understanding, Kat had briefed me on werewolves' mating rituals. It struck me as ironic that my intimate experiences so far had only been with Ethan and Kieran, yet they still managed to evoke fresh nerves and excitement in me.
• Walking through the quiet halls toward our shared bedroom, I realized that mere physical intimacy would never suffice. I wanted to intertwine myself with them on every level, to leave an indelible mark on their souls unmistakably mine. The notion of having two destined mates, born to love me, felt almost too good to be true—a tiny compensation perhaps, amidst the chaos and strife that often defined a werewolf's life. Amidst the turmoil, a sliver of happiness emerged, promising that regardless of the challenges ahead, my heart could find solace in their love.