Page 44 of Her Possessive Minotaurs

The bed is huge and sturdy, covered with soft fur blankets that look incredibly inviting. I can’t resist the temptation any longer. With a laugh, I leap onto it, the fur cushioning my fall.

The softness envelops me as I bounce up and down like a child, free and unburdened. Laughter bubbles up from deep within me—a sound I haven’t heard from myself in what feels like forever.

Kael watches me with an amused grin, crossing his arms over his chest. "Comfortable?"

"More than comfortable," I reply between giggles. "This is amazing."

I feel like I’m truly safe here. My past seems to lift just a little more each day I spend here with them. The fear that has haunted me for so long starts to fade into the background.

I lie back on the bed, staring up at the wooden beams of our new lair's ceiling, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace. This place—these minotaurs—have given me something precious: hope for a future where I’m not just surviving but living.

And in this moment, surrounded by the sounds of rebuilding and laughter echoing through our new home, I allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, happiness is possible again.

My laughter is interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps at the doorway. I sit up, my heart skipping a beat as I see Thalos, Irix, and Kael standing there, watching me. Their gazes lock with mine, and for a moment, the air in the room shifts. The playful laughter fades, replaced by a tension that crackles between us.

Thalos clears his throat, his deep voice rumbling in the quiet. “May we come in?”

I nod, my throat suddenly dry, and the three of them step into the room. The space feels smaller now, their presence filling every corner. The tension is palpable, a silent question hanging in the air—what now?

Irix’s eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans against the doorway, his gaze sweeping over me. “Enjoying your new bed?” His tone is teasing, but there’s an underlying seriousness that I can’t ignore.

“Yes,” I manage to reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s perfect.”

Kael moves closer, his hand brushing against mine as he steadies a nearby plank. “We’re glad you like it,” he says softly, his eyes filled with warmth.

Thalos remains silent for a moment longer, his dark eyes scanning the room before settling on me. There’s something different in his gaze—a mix of resolve and vulnerability that I haven’t seen before. “We’ve been talking,” he begins slowly, “about what comes next.”

I swallow hard, my mind racing. What does he mean? Are they planning to leave? To send me away?

Thalos must see the fear in my eyes because he steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. “You’re part of this now,” he says firmly. “We’re not just surviving anymore. We’re building something—together.”

The words hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning. My heart swells with emotion as I look at each of them in turn—Irix with his teasing grin but fierce loyalty; Kael with his gentle strength and unwavering support; Thalos with his commanding presence and newfound openness.

For the first time since escaping Eryndor’s clutches, I feel a glimmer of hope—a sense that maybe, just maybe, we can build a future together.

“What now?” I finally ask, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.

Thalos’s lips curl into a small smile as he glances at his brothers before turning back to me. “Now,” he says softly, “we make this place our home.”

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32

LAIA

Irix is the first to move, shouldering his way past Kael and Thalos with a smirk. He strides over to my bed, his massive form dwarfing the soft furs as he flops down with a satisfied sigh. “Not bad,” he says, stretching out his arms. “Big enough for all of us.”

My heart races, my mind spinning at his words. All of us? The thought sends a flush of heat through me, and I mentally chastise myself. How can I even think this way? I’m crazy.

Thalos and Kael follow, both glancing around the room. Thalos’s sharp eyes scan the space, as if assessing its security.

Kael sits on the edge of the bed beside Irix, his fingers tracing the fur with a thoughtful expression. “We’ve worked hard to make this place feel like home,” he says softly, his gaze meeting mine. “You deserve that.”

Thalos remains standing, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches us. There’s a protective edge to his posture, as if he’s still wary of letting his guard down completely. But there’s also a warmth in his eyes that wasn’t there before—a silent acknowledgment that we’re in this together.

Irix shifts, propping himself up on one elbow as he grins at me. “So, Laia,” he says, his tone playful but serious beneath the surface. “What do you think? Ready to share your bed with three minotaurs?”

The question hangs in the air, charged with possibilities. My pulse quickens as I look at each of them in turn—Kael with his gentle strength, Thalos with his commanding presence, and Irix with his wild intensity.

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