Anxious for my Mates

Loraine’s POV

It's taking all of my self-control to prevent me from leaping over the table and claiming all of them as mine. Mine! I want to scream. They are all fucking mine! Their enticing scent fills the room, overtaking my senses and closing my judgement.

But I don’t mind.

As long as they are all here.

Nothing else matters but the fact that we are together again and complete. I thought of the words from the meeting the other day. The thought of them taking another fated who was not me disturbed me. It raised an inferno inside me.

It has not been up to a month since I met them, and I am already a mess. It terrifies me to an extent, but at the same time, it excites me in an unfathomable way. The mating bond has worked its way too far inside of me.

“Maddox was unconscious when we found him.” Killian states. His fingers drummed the table, and his eyes are far away, like they are relieving distant memories. The sudden urge to go over and comfort him overcomes me, but before