PERSEFONE POV
For about twenty minutes, I almost believed we were normal.
Well.
Normal couple was not exactly the right term. Quadruple? Quad-couple? Diamond-shaped emotional disaster?
Whatever. Just mates.
Normal was overrated.
Which was hysterical, considering I was sitting at a kitchen table with my three newly bonded rogue mates, their mother, and a wolf inside me who had spent most of dinner humming with the smug satisfaction of someone who had finally gotten exactly what she wanted and was now considering biting her mates again, and again, and again.
Still.
For twenty minutes, there was rabbit stew.
There were roasted potatoes, golden and crisp at the edges, drowning in rosemary and garlic and whatever Aiden had done to them that made my eyes almost roll back the first
