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LOIS
I didn’t need to open my eyes to know where I was—even if everything felt so perfect it could have been a dream.
My body was still burning, even though the air in the room was starting to cool. Every part of me was sensitive, throbbing. My belly ached, my thighs trembled, and between my legs… I could still feel the pressure of them inside me. As if they hadn’t left. As if they were still filling me.
But even though I wanted this moment to last forever, I knew it wasn’t possible.
Still, it was perfect.
My back rose and fell with a breath that wasn’t mine. Aidan’s. His cool, smooth body contrasted with my sweat-slick skin, yet he held me as if he never wanted to let go. His fingers traced invisible lines down my back—so soft they raised goosebumps. Every so often, he kissed my forehead. And I stayed still, swallowing the moment as if I could keep it locked inside my chest.
On either side, the strong hands of my alphas held mine. Emmanuel gripped firmly, as if he wouldn’t let me slip away for even a second. Ezequiel, on the other hand, stroked my knuckles with the pad of his thumb, saying nothing. He didn’t need to. The three of them were with me. Finally. For the first time.
No pain in my body could compete with what I felt in that instant.
It hurt to move. It hurt to breathe. My soul ached from wanting them so much. But it was worth it.
My belly still pulsed, as if it were still claiming their presence. As if the thrusts from before hadn’t been enough. As if the bond could never fade. And maybe it couldn’t. Maybe it never would.
A tear slid down my temple. Not from sadness. From relief. From finally having everything.
“We have to go,” Emmanuel said, his voice rougher—the way it got when he was holding himself back.
I opened my eyes. He was already standing, gathering clothes with precise movements. Aidan caressed my side once more, then slowly helped me sit up. His eyes searched mine. It was hard to move; my legs were still shaking.
“Wait,” I said, before he could move further.
I sat slowly, feeling my muscles protest. Emmanuel tossed a garment to Aidan without looking at us, and Ezequiel turned sideways, as if he knew what I was about to do.
Aidan leaned in to stand, but before he could, I threw myself at him. I slid off the bed—clumsy, without strength. I almost fell. My legs didn’t respond, but he did. He caught me—strong—pressing me to his chest. I closed my eyes for a second. Breathed in his scent.
“Don’t hide anything from me,” I whispered against his neck. “If you’re in danger, if something happens… tell me. Promise me, Aidan. I don’t want to find out too late. Don’t leave me out.”
He held me tighter. Looked into my eyes. His gaze was gray and liquid.
“I promise,” he said firmly.
Ezequiel stood without a word and lifted me in his arms as if I weighed nothing. I pressed myself against his chest, never taking my eyes off Aidan as he dressed. He looked disheveled… and yet beautiful. Like a secret only I was allowed to touch.
When he was ready, he came closer again. I pulled slightly away from Ezequiel’s body—still trembling—but with my legs tucked up.
“Take care of yourself,” I told him. “I hope we can see each other soon. And don’t be sad… even if I’m not by your side, I’ll be with you all the time.”
Aidan gave a faint smile. He leaned in, but before he could kiss me, I whispered something else.
“Just… think of me. I won’t let anything happen to you. If we have to burn the world to protect you… we will. I won’t hesitate.”
His face tightened. He pressed his lips together. I kissed him before he could say anything. Long. Tasting of goodbye and so much sorrow.
“Drink a little more,” I asked, brushing my hair away from my neck. “Please.”
He said nothing. He just came closer. His tongue licked the skin exactly where he’d bitten me before. Then his fangs pierced gently. The pain was a brief flash, drowned by the deep pleasure that ran through me like electric current.
He drank. Just a little. But enough for my body to respond. A gasp escaped my mouth, and his embrace wrapped around me.
“Goodbye, Aidan,” I whispered in his ear.
He pulled away without saying it. Emmanuel was already waiting at the door. They left together. Without looking back.
I stayed silent. Ezequiel wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chest against my back. He said nothing. He just held me. I tried to breathe, but the emptiness was bigger than I’d imagined.
And then I started to cry.
Not with loud sobs. Not with screams. Just tears—one after another—falling quietly. Ezequiel tightened his hold. His arm crossed my waist. His hand rose to my chest. His mouth brushed my shoulder.
“Don’t be sad,” he said at last.
I believed him. For a second, I believed him. Until I turned toward him and saw his eyes were wet too. I clung to his body as if it were the last thing I had. I buried my face in his neck and cried against his skin.
He took my face in his hands and made me look at him.
“He’ll be okay, Lois. Aidan will be okay. Emmanuel won’t let anything happen to him. He’ll get away and be somewhere safe. Far away, but safe.”
“I know,” I whispered. “But it still hurts.”
“I know,” he repeated, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “I’m here.”
I pressed myself against him.
“Don’t leave me alone,” I begged.
“I won’t,” he said—without thinking, without hesitation.
And there I stayed. In his arms. Body broken, heart full, eyes closed.
Still feeling the weight of the three of them inside me.
As if they hadn’t really left.
But already missing Aidan.