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Mina POV - No matter how she pleaded, not only did Roman refuse to stop calling her Mini, but he never agreed to save it for private conversations. The gleam in his eye told Mina everything she needed to know about his intention to keep calling her the nickname, even in front of Alastor. There was no chance he’d keep it quiet, so she had to get something in return. The idea struck her just as they re-entered the village and her eyes immediately landed on Alastor. Her mate was stood at the far end of the huge clearing, talking with some wolves she hadn’t met yet. Mina abruptly stopped and turned to Roman. “Okay, let's make a deal. I’ll let you call me Mini,” she ignored his little huff as if it wasn’t her choice, “if, and only if, you tell me what Alastor used to say about me.” A sparkle glinted in her mate’s eye, but she was certain it was just the early afternoon sun piercing through the break in the canopy above. His attention flickered over her shoulder, then he ducked down to
Roman POV - “It’s a pleasure to meet you and your unit, Mrs Lynn.” Mini dipped her head, deferring to his parents. Roman watched her, sharing a questioning gaze with Allie as their mate straightened her back and squared her shoulders, every ounce of playfulness gone. Was she nervous? He couldn’t tell. Her voice was strong, her hands steady, but something felt off. “Thank you for hosting Alastor and I in your village. We hunted some meat on the way. Please accept it as a gift.” His parents exchanged a look, one he couldn’t help but mimic. With an indifferent tone and expressionless features, he could feel a chill coming from her. Is this the strict Luna that Allie had been talking about for all those years? Allie leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re not in Clear Blue, Princess.” His words were just loud enough for their unit. “No need to pretend, they’ll love you just as you are.” A muscle flickered in her jaw, but they shared a look, brief and sweet. It carried unsaid
Mina POV - When Mina woke up alone, a chill raced down her spine. She spread her arms wide, reaching for the two warm bodies that had slept beside her all night, but the bed was empty. She shivered and sat up. Roman's room was bright with the late morning hour, but there was no sign of him or Alastor. She sniffed the air, their scents strong, but waning with their absence. Mina frowned, and drew the covers tight around herself. It was the first time she had woken up alone since leaving Clear Blue. It felt odd not to have the comfort of her mates beside her. Then, she noticed a piece of paper neatly folded on the side table. ‘It was your turn to sleep, Princess. Breakfast is ready when you are. -A’ A rush of relief blew past her lips, and she flopped back onto her pillow, inhaling the lingering scents of her mates. Sharing a bed with her unit was more natural than she thought it would be. Lying between them, their bodies pressed to hers, so many arms reaching over and under each ot
Mina POV - The trio spent the rest of the day discussing Clear Blue and how to move forward. The main problem was proving Mina’s innocence. Without knowing the ability that her and Alastor had gained through their bond, they couldn’t prove the note was fake, and without knowing who was framing her, they couldn’t gather the evidence they needed to bring the real murderer to justice. She insisted they had to get word to Sam. Not only did she need to know he was okay, but he had been there when the man in the window had killed their mother. She hoped he had caught a glimpse of the culprit, but knew he’d already be working to get her home. It took a lot of convincing from Alastor, but eventually they agreed to use Oliver as a way into Clear Blue to get a message to Sam. Though it made Mina uncomfortable, the pack was a fortress which he controlled. Getting in without his help would just lead to one of them getting imprisoned or killed. Though she had been stubbornly against it, none of
Mina POV - Alastor crawled up her body, his knee sliding between her legs, parting them. Her breath hitched as his thigh pressed to her apex, but her attention was drawn away as a hand cupped the back of her head, guiding it to a pillow. Roman’s fingers threaded delicately in her hair, far sweeter than his dark gaze promised. Her chest warmed. Even when desire was creeping upon them, her mates were gentle with her, making sure she was comfortable. “Can I kiss you?” His voice was little more than a breathy rumble. Alastor’s lips were already on her neck, nipping and licking her flesh, following the trail of her pheromones. She knew his kiss, had felt its searing heat before, the way it consumed her. He was her first mate, the one who showed her how a fiery touch could make her body sing. It longed to sing again, to feel the rush of pleasure as he made her come undone. However, it longed for something else too. Her skin tingled at Roman’s presence, the intensity of his eyes as the
Mina POV - Her head was a fog of mindless bliss, still high from her orgasm, as her mates helped her roll to her knees. They were shaky, the tremble of pleasure still deep in her muscles. Roman settled before her, guiding her to lean against his chest. His fingers trailed light patterns over the length of her forearm as she nuzzled against him, enjoying his scent, his presence, the firmness of his chest. Alastor’s hands settled at her waist. His thumbs massaged circles into her lower back. The touch was small, but intense. Her skin was hyperaware of her mate’s every move, her attention latching to it, making every brush of their skin together heightened, addictive. Mina jerked when his fingers trailed across her sex, coating themselves in her arousal. Heat built in her cheeks at the wet sound, but Alastor’s groan soothed any rising insecurities. It was pure lust, pure need, pure appreciation. How could she shy away from such a noise? A rustle behind her drew her eyes just in time t
Mina POV - “That’s the strangest mark I’ve ever seen.” Mina jerked from her ogling to catch Carla’s wink as she headed over. “I presume you liked our gift?” A blush crept over her skin as she cradled the fading hickey on her neck. Roman had kissed it just before him and Alastor began to spar, promising he would lay his mark there when she was ready. If he had marked her last night, Mina didn’t think she would’ve minded, but she was glad that he didn’t. Though sex with her unit had been incredible, there was something different to marking one’s mate. It was private, personal, a deep moment that only two wolves should share. That’s how it had been with Alastor, and that’s how she wanted it with Roman.Her eyes glanced over his form as he fought, a warmth building in her chest. She had no doubt that she wanted him. The urge filled her from the tingle on her skin to the depths of her soul. He was her mate and she already felt like his. She didn’t think she was the only one. Roman was t
Roman POV - Roman tried to keep his composure as he left the meal, but of course his unit knew something was wrong. As soon as he stood, Mini snapped her attention to his, her brows pinched, hand reaching out. He took it in his own and pressed a small kiss to the back, relishing the sweet moment of peace of her touch, before reassuring her he was okay and turning to leave. Her frown didn’t disappear, but she accepted his words and returned to her conversation with Papa. Allie’s gaze didn't relent. He had known Roman far longer than their mate and knew the intricacies of his feelings towards Clear Blue. Rather than ease him with a false smile, his eyes flickered to Mini, a request to keep an eye on her while he was gone. At Allie’s nod, he excused himself from the table and headed out of the village. He didn’t know where he was going but he needed space and air. His chest had tightened the moment his dad had returned with word from Sam, and its tension had only gripped harder as the