Noah
The Quadruplets were everywhere.
No matter where Maria turned, one of them was always close by, watching, waiting, lingering like shadows that refused to fade. And honestly…it was starting to get to me.
A lot more than I cared to admit.
There was something they had that I couldn't compete with.
That bond.
That unbreakable, instinctive pull that tied them to her in a way I could never fully understand.
The mate bond.
And standing at a distance, watching the way Davian looked at her, his gaze intense, almost possessive, laced with something dangerously close to desire, made something inside my chest tighten painfully.
My jaw clenched.
What if she changes her mind?
The thought slipped in before I could stop it.
What if she suddenly backs out of the wedding?
What if…they win her back?
"Arrrghhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The frustrated growl tore out of me before I could contain it, my hands curling into fists at my sides.
Three days.
Just three days to the wedding.
