The fog cleared as Derik patted my hair down, and my eyes flickered to Brax, who was scowling a little.
“I’ve never been jealous before. It’s a s**t feeling,” he admitted.
I sat up on Derik, pulling Brax to me. I kissed him fully, showing him I loved him just as much.
“Don’t be. The fates wouldn’t give me just them, just be patient,” I tried, not entirely sure I was telling the truth.
“Or because of what I am and what I did to become what I am, I will not get to mate at all,” Brax said, looking away as he climbed off the bed.
I shook my head. “Brax, I’m a winter born human, pregnant with a werewolf, mated to two of them, linked to all three of you.
“If ever there was an example of defying the odds, of being the exception to the rule, it is us,” I reassured him, which had him gl
