I’m still weak from the curse, and when my mates once again carry me to a warm bath, I don’t protest. They gently ease my muscles, making me more relaxed than I’ve been in ages. I’m too tired to think about what Headmistress Esme told me. I put it at the back of my mind even if she warned me to avoid her question.
When I’m clean and warm enough from the bath for Sam and Rory to be satisfied, they dry me, dress me, and carry me to the bed again. Someone has already put on clean sheets. I can sleep warm and dry and safely between my two mates.
My mind hasn’t come to terms with who my mates are, but my wolf and body force me to relax and sleep. I feel Sam’s hard c**k beside me, but he doesn’t act upon it. It’s comforting that he respects me and my need for sleep. Maybe he isn’t so bad?
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