KATHERINE POV
The day after the whole Riggs-meets-his-double-mates fiasco, I woke up surrounded.
And no, not “surrounded” in the sense of wolves outside my door, or rogues sneaking around the borders. No. I mean literally smothered in bed by four enormous, muscular, clingy, overprotective studs who refused to let me so much as breathe without their supervision.
Didn’t trust anyone by now.
It was suffocating. It was ridiculous.
And it was… honestly, kind of adorable.
I shifted slightly, or tried to—except Keegan had one arm locked tight around my waist, his nose buried in my neck like a guard dog. Kendrick had my swollen belly under his palm, as if his wolf believed the baby might try to make a jailbreak in the middle of the night and he alone could stop her. Kingsley was curled on m
