Chapter 36

Michael

Isabella's face instantly flushed red, her eyes flickering with golden desire. "God, he's so fucking sexy," she whispered, then quickly said into the phone: "Julian, I need to hang up. Yes, I'll contact you later. And yes, he's even bigger than I imagined. I promise to tell you all the details."

I put on a pair of comfortable casual pants, leaving my chest bare. "Hungry?" I asked, pointing toward the door. "I can prepare breakfast while you shower."

"I'm starving," she admitted, setting down her phone. "But I should clean up first. I feel... sticky."

"Everything in the bathroom is yours to use," I offered. "Feel free to wear anything from my closet too. I like seeing you in my shirts."

"You just like me smelling like you," she teased, surprising me with her knowledge of werewolf behavior.

I grinned, not bothering to deny it. "You caught me. Any food allergies I should know about?"

"None. I eat everything," she answered, rising from the bed. Her T-shirt rode up as she stretched, giving me a glimpse of her perfect ass before she quickly pulled it back down.

"Perfect. Come downstairs after your shower." I walked toward the door but stopped at the threshold. "Take as long as you want, Isabella. My home is your home."

I lingered in the hallway, my enhanced Alpha hearing easily catching Isabella's conversation as she waited for the shower water to reach the right temperature.

"Yes, Professor Blake from Silver Moon University," she said, her voice excited but hushed. "No, I'm not kidding! And yes, I had an amazing time with all three Alphas. God, Julian, what they did to me... I've never felt so fucking good. No, we haven't completed the formal mate bond ceremony yet, but when we do... I can't even imagine how intense it will be."

Her candid assessment made my chest swell with pride. My wolf paced eagerly beneath my skin, pleased with how thoroughly satisfied our future mate was.

In the kitchen, I began preparing a proper werewolf breakfast—steak seared on the outside but almost raw in the center, eggs with runny yolks, and fresh fruit. Though I wasn't the best cook among the three of us (surprisingly, that title belonged to Kevin), I knew how to prepare the basics.

My kitchen was my favorite room in the cabin—filled with natural light, silver pine cabinets contrasting with dark stone countertops, large windows overlooking the forest. It was masculine without being austere, functional and beautiful, like the rest of my home.

As I worked, I found myself humming an old wolf song my grandmother used to sing. I couldn't remember all the lyrics, but the melody remained in my heart. The thought of completing the mate bond with Isabella soon, feeling our souls connect on a primal level—made my cock stir again.

Fuck, I need to control myself. As I plated the food, I heard her footsteps on the stairs. She appeared in the doorway, her hair damp from the shower, wearing another of my T-shirts—this one deep forest green that made her pale skin glow. Her legs were bare, the shirt hem barely covering mid-thigh, and I could tell she still wasn't wearing underwear.

"This looks like a feast," she said, her eyes widening at the sight of the food I'd prepared.

"Come sit," I invited, gesturing to the two place settings I'd arranged at the kitchen island. "What would you like to drink? I have coffee, tea, juice, or water?"

"Juice sounds perfect," she answered, self-consciously tugging at the hem of the shirt as she sat on the high stool. The gesture was endearing—this confident woman who had accepted three Alphas as potential mates, suddenly appearing shy in the morning light.

I poured her a glass of juice, and one for myself as well. Mates should drink the same.

When I set the plates before us—piled high with semi-raw meat, eggs, and fruit—Isabella's eyes brightened. "This is the closest thing to home cooking I've had since leaving the Forest Domain," she said, cutting into the steak with obvious pleasure.

I watched her take her first bite, unable to suppress a smile at the small moan of satisfaction she made. The sound was too similar to the ones she'd made last night at Silver Pine Restaurant.

"How is life at New Moon Apartments?" I asked, genuinely curious about her living conditions. "University housing would be safer."

She swallowed before answering. "University housing is too expensive, and I'm already working two jobs to pay tuition. New Moon Apartments is all I can afford right now."

The thought of her struggling for basic necessities while the three of us lived in luxury made my wolf growl with displeasure. Our mate shouldn't want for anything. But I knew better than to raise the issue now—her independence was clearly important to her.

"The viewing room demonstration was amazing," she said suddenly, her eyes meeting mine with surprising courage. "But I'm curious what you would do when we're truly alone... when we have an entire night."

My fork stopped midway. "When we have an entire night, I'll explore every inch of your body," I promised, my voice dropping lower. "I'll find all your secret places that make you moan."

She bit her lip, her thighs pressing tightly together beneath the counter. "And the contract? Will it detail... everything that all three of you want to do to me?"

"Did Richard send you the contract?" I asked, setting down my fork.

Isabella's eyes widened slightly. "I haven't checked my email yet," she admitted, picking up her phone with obvious curiosity. "Does it include... positions? Specific acts? How... explicit is it?"

"Yes," I explained, watching her unlock her phone. "But there's room for negotiation. Tell me, Isabella, what do you fantasize about? What makes you wet when you're alone in the dark?"

Her fingers hesitated over the screen. "I... I imagine being held down," she admitted, her voice almost a whisper. "Being told what to do. Pleasing all three of you at once."

Fuck, her candor made my cock twitch under the table. Even faced with three Alphas, she remained fearless in expressing her desires.

The contract would detail every aspect of our arrangement—our responsibilities to her, her expectations of us, the terms of our temporary bond. Watching her scan through her messages, I couldn't help but marvel at how quickly she had captured all three of us.

Richard, Kevin, and I had never agreed so completely on anything. Yet for Isabella, we were in perfect unity—we all wanted this rare Golden Omega as our mate, even if only temporarily.

The day to negotiate the contract suddenly seemed unbearably distant. How would I endure the wait?