RIGGS POV
The interrogation had felt endless.
Hours of questions. Hours of stares. Hours of trying not to let Rudolph shred through my skin and take control.
But finally, it was over.
The quads had accepted us.
My rogues, my makeshift family, were officially under Winter Pack’s protection.
No more sleeping under broken roofs. No more counting bullets and canned food. No more praying every night that Sandra and Colette wouldn’t go into labor in the middle of a blizzard.
And my mates’ fathers, the blond deltas who’d looked ready to rip my throat out at dawn, had given me their blessing.
Blessing.
I’d been blessed by the fathers of my mates.
If someone had told me that a year ago, I’d have laughed and called them a lunatic.
Now?
I felt weightless.
Like someone had cut every chain
