Warning: Mature Content in the chapter
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The secret house was dimly lit, and the flickering light from the fireplace was casting shadows across the stone walls.
The air was thick with the scent of sea salt, burning wood, and something undeniably masculine - Kethan's spiced wine and Raven's scent of dark forests and midnight storms.
Seraphina stood between them, her heart pounding so hard she thought they could hear it. She had been the one to bring up the topic of their mate bonds, the one to suggest it was time, and yet, now that she was here, nerves curled in her stomach like vines reaching toward the sun.
But there was no turning back.
The kiss that she just received from Kethan was still tingling her lips, and she could only anticipate the next move of these two men.