I got a text from Raphael.
I saw. This was what he said.
I didn’t answer it. Couldn’t. I just let Caleb pull me close after he finally deflated, let him kiss my tears away and whisper how he’d never stop fighting for me. I nodded like a liar, thighs still shaking, his c*m leaking down my legs while the mate bond in my chest screamed Raphael’s name.
That was the beginning.
For some weeks after that bathroom, I became a filthy secret.
I f****d them both.
Every single day.
Mornings with Raphael. He’d pin me against the wall the second I walked into his room, claws gently scraping my hips as he growled, “Missed my mate,” and then he’d f**k me slow and deep like he was trying to rewrite every memory of Caleb with his knot. He’d make me look him in the eyes while he rubbed my swollen c
