Chapter 10

• Katherine’s POV
• I was lonely in my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the door, a barrier between me and the outside world. For reasons I didn’t fully understand, extra guards were stationed outside my bedroom. I’d spent the whole day in the room, chatting with the servants who brought me food. None of my mates had come to check on me.
• Not Jason. Not Michael. Not James.
• The absence of their presence felt sharper than I wanted to admit. At least a word from one of them might have helped ease my restless mind. Instead, I was left alone, surrounded by my thoughts.
• “You have to choose.’’
• Alpha Jason’s words lingered in my head. How could I choose one mate? Wasn’t it a favour to get three? Did the moon goddess make a mistake by giving me three mates? Could I even handle three of them? Each was like candy in a meat suit. Delicious, sexy and ravishing.
• They were everything I had been missing in my loveless relationship with Alpha Wendal. Meanwhile, the maid's words from earlier echoed in my mind. High Priestess? How could that be possible? Every pack already had one, and they were revered, powerful figures—women of immense wisdom and lifetimes of knowledge. A high priestess was like a living library, holding the history and secrets of our species. She knew what made us strong, what made us weak, everything about us. Additionally, a high priestess served as an official advisor to the Alpha and a healer when modern medicine couldn’t help. While wolves would seek out hospitals for human ailments, only the high priestesses possessed the knowledge to heal our werewolf forms. They were crucial, respected, and valued members of the pack.
• But me… I’m just me.
• What did they expect from me? What did the Moon Goddess see in someone who had spent the better part of her life trying to blend into the background? The idea felt absurd, and yet…
• I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
• The stillness of the room felt suffocating. I’d already showered twice today, hoping the cold water would wash away the inexplicable tingling that refused to leave my body. But even now, sitting here, the heat remained, pooling low in my abdomen, spreading with every intrusive thought of them.
• Jason.
• Michael.
• James.
• The images came unbidden. My lips tingled at the memory of Michael’s kiss at the hospital. How gentle he had been, the way he’d held me like I was something precious. My cheeks flushed, the thought alone enough to make my thighs press together.
• And then Jason.
• The accidental moment when I saw him naked… I couldn’t forget it, no matter how hard I tried. The image was burned into my mind. His powerful frame, the way his muscles moved with effortless strength, the red glint of his hair in the sunlight. And…oh goddess…his cock.
• Even James’s voice, playful and teasing, haunted me. The way he looked at me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t wait to solve.
• I sighed again, lying back on the bed. My body melted into the soft sheets as I let my mind drift. At least in my thoughts, I didn’t have to fight it. The feelings were overwhelming, yes, but they were also thrilling.
• Slowly, my hand brushed down my stomach, fingertips trailing over the fabric of my thin nightshirt. My skin felt sensitive, alive. A shiver coursed through me, my breath catching as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the fantasy.
• I pictured Jason first—his fiery dominance, the way his hands might grip my hips, strong and commanding. My body reacted instinctively, a soft gasp escaping my lips as my fingers drifted lower.
• Then Michael.
• I imagined his tender touch, his lips brushing against my neck, whispering reassurances that made my heart race.
• And James…
• Playful, teasing, his laughter vibrating against my skin as he drew me closer into his warmth.
• My breath quickened, my body arching slightly as the sensations intensified. My hand slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts as I took them off. I let out a soft moan at the contact, finally naked. My movements were slow at first, exploring, savoring the build-up.
• Heat pooled in my core, spreading through my body as I lost myself in the fantasy. Their faces, their voices, their touches—they were all I could think about. Jason’s possessive growl, Michael’s soothing praise, James’s playful laughter…
• I bit my lip, the tingling sensation spreading further, stronger, as my fingers moved in rhythm with the images in my mind. My back arched slightly, my breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as the tension built.
• The fantasy grew more vivid, their voices intertwining in my mind. My heart pounded, my body trembling as I climbed higher, higher…
• Damn them.
• Even in their absence, my mates had me completely under their spell.
• What was happening to me? To us?
• I shook my head as I closed my eyes. I was close to cumming.
• I barely had time to adjust the blanket draped around my naked body, my bare skin still flushed.
• Then the door creaked open.
• I froze. The sight of my three mates—Jason, James, and Michael—framed in the doorway sent a jolt through my system. Their eyes widened as they looked at me, clearly caught off guard.
• My breath caught in my throat as the tension in the room thickened.