The night inside the Sanctum was heavy with magic, the walls whispering with old, restless energy. Outside, moonlight cut silver paths across the floor, but within their chamber, only the glow of the hearth danced along bare skin and tangled sheets.
Samantha's breath hitched as Callum's fingers brushed her wrist, the faintest touch sparking a need she hadn't dared voice for weeks. Marcus's low, rumbling laugh echoed softly in the dark, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement and hunger. Across the bed, Kai stretched lazily, a wicked grin curling at his lips as his amber eyes tracked every tiny shift in the air.
They had been patient. Careful. Focused on survival, on strategy, on protecting Nova.
But tonight, the storm inside them could no longer be held back.
Tonight, they were not warriors, leaders, or parents.
They were mates—bound by love, torn by longing, and ready to remind each other exactly what they meant, body and soul.
The night was just beginning.
