Chapter 10

• Katherine’s POV
• I was lonely in my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the door. 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 favor 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.
• I felt suffocated, drowning in my feelings. I’d already showered twice today, hoping the cold water would wash away the inexplicable tingling between my legs. Why was I so needy? What was I suddenly craving intimacy. Pleasure. Attention. It wasn’t enough that I had three smoking hot mates, but my sex life hadn’t been exciting since being with Wendal. Perhaps, my body craved a change. A taste of what we’ve been missing the last three years.
• I thought about them.
• Jason.
• Michael.
• James.
• The sexy dream I’d had. 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. .
• 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 muscles, his beautiful frame, the way his muscles moved with effortlessly while he was drying his wet hair. And…oh goddess…his cock.
• Then there was James. The Alpha who’d hit me with his car. The man with a voice like honey and the body of a Greek god. The way he looked at me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t wait to solve, yet still wanted me.
• 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. Jason, James, and Michael stood in the doorway, staring at me with wide eyes. I was frozen, my mind temporarily blank.
• My breath caught in my throat while they stepped further in.
• Oh, Goddess! What will I do?