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I wanted to explain what I meant about seeing a new side of him. But my eyes felt heavy, and I barely heard his words before I drifted off…

“I’ll be here, little wolf. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you no matter what happens.”

In my dreams, a growling wolf circled me, and I found myself in a dark forest. I ran from him, but I wasn’t afraid. His presence comforted me, even though I could barely see him in the trees thanks to his black coat.

Wait, a black coat? I felt a moment of confusion but couldn’t remember why that didn’t seem right. I’d figure it out later.

“You’re safe with me, too,” I said, even though I was the one running away from the wolf.

In the next instant, strong, calloused hands caught me, easily circling my waist. He pushed me to my hands and knees on a yellow blanket that looked so bright in contrast to the darkened forest.

The man behind me growled like a wolf, but I was wet and ready for him. I knew him, and I trusted him, because he was my mate.

His crown teased my entrance for only a moment before he slammed into me, filling me with one brutal stroke as he gave a guttural, primal growl. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he forced my body to stretch to accommodate his girth.

When I glanced back, the shadows of the forest shrouded his face except for his glowing, golden eyes. As he continued pounding into me, his low snarls and growls filled the forest, until I wasn’t sure if he was truly man or beast.

“Please,” I whispered to him. “Please, alpha.”

I woke up with a start as something wet brushed against my forehead. Flint sat next to me in the darkened bedroom, and I realized he’d been holding a cold, damp cloth to my forehead.

“You should eat,” Flint said before I was even fully aware of my surroundings.

“I dreamed of someone else,” I blurted.

Flint kissed my forehead, and someone slid into bed beside me, making the bed dip with his weight.

“Eat this,” Heath ordered, and my stomach growled in response.

I sat up and allowed him to hold the sandwich to my lips for a bite. Then I snatched it from him, wolfing it down.

“We’ll take you to the bath next,” Flint stated with certainty, which made me growl around my sandwich.

After that dream, what I wanted more than anything was to come.

“None of us will hold a dream against you,” Heath said as if reading my mind.

“I feel bad,” I said with a mouthful of sandwich. “I have all three of you willing to do anything to take care of me, and here I am, dreaming of yet another wolf.”

Flint raised an eyebrow. “What did he look like?”

“His wolf?” I asked. “His coat was black. All black… except his forelegs.”

Heath went still beside me. Both of them stared at me with wide eyes.

“Anything else you remember?” Flint asked.

My heart pounded, wondering why they were so serious all of the sudden. “He chased me and then took me from behind, so I didn’t get a good look at his face. His eyes glowed gold, though, like his wolf was close to the surface. And he… growled the whole time.”

I felt embarrassed just saying it. Was this some sort of subconscious desire? A dark stranger, bestial and growling, in the forest? The dominance play and group sex was kinky enough for me right now without my subconscious adding to the pile.

“You were moaning, ‘please, alpha,’ in your sleep, over and over,” Flint admitted.

“Do you really think…” Heath’s wide eyes flicked from me to Flint and back again.

Flint fondly smoothed my hair away from my face. “You dreamed of our other packmate, Rowan.”

Chapter 20

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