Chapter 30

Isabella

Kevin's deep eyes met mine, intense and penetrating. They seemed to see through me, stripping away all pretenses. "I agree with them," he said in a low voice so deep it seemed to vibrate through my chest and straight to my core.

God, his voice. Every time Kevin speaks, his voice sends tremors through my entire body. Like rough sand wrapped in velvet, primal and raw. The wolf inside me nearly howled in response.

"Before we agree to any mate bonds," I suggested, trying to regain my composure and ignore the throbbing between my legs, "shouldn't we learn about each other's backgrounds first? If we're going to be... intimate," I blushed at the word, "we should at least know each other's stories."

"Good idea," Michael agreed, gesturing with his glass toward me. "Ladies first? Tell us about yourself, Isabella."

I took a sip of water, gathering my thoughts, trying to cool the heat in my body. "I'm the only daughter of a low-ranking Omega family from the Forest Domain. My parents gave everything they had to send me here." I hesitated, then added, "I left home two years ago to study in Silver Moon City because I refused to accept the limitations everyone tried to place on me."

I shifted in my seat, acutely aware of their focused gazes. "I enjoy reading books about werewolf history—I find our traditions fascinating, even the ones I disagree with. My friend Julian works with me at the Twilight Café; he's basically my only friend here."

Thinking of him made me smile slightly. "Someday I hope to have my own territory, something that belongs to me that no one can take away." I paused, unsure what else to share. "Your turn."

Michael leaned back, his golden eyes warm in the candlelight. "I'm a professor of werewolf history at Silver Moon University. My father is a successful businessman who wanted me to take over the Blake family enterprise—we had a huge fight when I chose the academic path instead." His casual profanity made him seem more approachable.

"I have a sister, Sofia, who I'm close with—she's the only person who can order me around and I'll actually listen. I grew up under the strict education of the Blake wolf clan, groomed from childhood to lead our pack."

I couldn't help but admire Michael. "You chose your own path instead of following family expectations. That takes courage."

He smiled, briefly showing a flash of vulnerability. "It wasn't an easy choice, but I've never regretted it. My father barely speaks to me now, but I'm at peace with my decision."

"Kevin owns the Howling Night Bar," Michael continued when Kevin remained silent. "He's a battle Alpha, doesn't like to talk much. But when things get rough, you want him on your side. I've seen him take down six challenging wolves in less than a minute."

Kevin's muscles tensed slightly at the description, the veins in his forearms becoming more pronounced. He simply nodded, his eyes flashing gold for an instant, but the temperature in the room seemed to rise from the power emanating from his skin.

Richard smoothly picked up the conversation, his voice effortlessly commanding attention. "My story, you probably know most of it already." His tone carried undeniable pride. "I spend most of my life at Erotic Paradise. From the moment I wake up until the moment I sleep, I'm basically keeping watch over my territory. Nothing happens in my club that I don't know about."

I wonder if that kind of life—so focused on territory—gets exhausting. Or perhaps for Alphas, it's just their nature.

"I just turned eighteen," I admitted, suddenly feeling young and inexperienced compared to them. "My coming-of-age ceremony just completed." I hesitated, expressing a concern that had been bothering me. "Does the age gap trouble you? I mean, I've never..." My words trailed off, my cheeks heating.

Michael shook his head, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my skin. "Ten years is nothing for werewolves, unless you think twenty-eight for Richard and me, and twenty-nine for Kevin is too old for you?"

"I don't mind the age difference," I confirmed, fighting the urge to lean into his touch. "My wolf seems to respond strongly to all of you." That's a fucking understatement—the wolf inside me practically loses her mind around you three.

Richard's lips curved into a knowing smile, his gaze dropping to my chest, where my nipples were visibly hard beneath the silk of my dress. "You might prefer mature, powerful werewolf mates, isn't that right, little wolf girl?"

I couldn't deny it. My wolf did prefer them to younger werewolves, finding their control and experience more appealing than the chaos of youth. My body's response was proof—the persistent wetness between my thighs whenever they were near, my flushed skin, my racing heart.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, the air growing heavy with tension. Richard's eyes flashed red in the candlelight, his voice dropping to a commanding tone that made my inner wolf immediately submit. "Say it. Tell us your decision."

"Yes, sir," I responded automatically, my voice slightly trembling, my body reacting to his dominance.

Michael placed his hand on my thigh, gently releasing a calming aura that helped steady my racing heart. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of my dress, anchoring me.

"Have you made your decision, little wolf girl?" Richard asked, his gaze intense as if he could burn me with it.

I had been struggling with this decision for days, weighing all the risks and possibilities. But in this moment, sitting beside these three powerful Alphas, I knew what I wanted. I want them to touch me, mark me, fill this emptiness that's been torturing me.

"Yes, I've made my decision," I answered, my voice stronger now, my resolution crystallizing into certainty.

"Will you be our mate, form bonds with all three of us?" Michael asked, his voice tinged with hope, his fingers tightening slightly on my thigh.

I took a deep breath, looking at each of them in turn. "Yes, I will be your mate."

The booth exploded, primal wolf energy slamming into the space like lightning, the air so thick it felt like electricity. Their eyes lit up simultaneously—Richard's blood-red like flames, Michael's gold like the sun, Kevin's black pupils like midnight. Their auras pressed against my skin like a physical entity, making my sex pulse violently, wetness dripping onto my underwear, shameful yet thrilling.

Fuck, I can't wait to have them claim me. All three of them together, what would that feel like?