AMBER POV
I woke on my own in our bed around three in the afternoon. The soft, golden light of the day filtered through the curtains, but it barely registered. All I could focus on was the deep, persistent growl of my stomach.
The morning had been wild—like a storm, fierce and overwhelming—leaving every inch of my body humming with that raw, electric energy.
And I mean every inch.
I shifted, the feel of my naked skin still marked, still branded by the intensity of our love: bite marks, hickeys, the tangible signs of my mates’ fierce desire for me. As I lay there, I could feel the lingering heat between my legs, the trace of their touch still alive on my skin. And with that, a thousand thoughts churned inside me, fast and confusing.
I wondered, almost impatiently, why Autumn hadn’t
