The water ran cold before I was ready. I shut it off, grabbed Caleb’s towel, and dried off just enough that my skin still glistened.
No point in wrapping up. No point in hiding anymore. They’d both seen every inch of me anyway—inside and out.
I walked out naked as they both looked like they were so close to drilling I spoke.
“Raphael… you’re my mate. The moon picked you. The bond picked you. But you’re not soft like my Caleb. You’re fire and claws and choking hands and threats that make me scared to breathe.
“You can still be my mate—some part of me will always belong to that pull—but Caleb is my chosen mate. Even though he’s human. He’s the one who wipes my tears instead of making me cry them. He’s the one who makes me feel safe instead of breaking me. You’re too much, Raphael. Too
