Loraine’s POV The next morning, I stirred awake. My body was so pleasantly sore from the night before. The memories of their touches and whispered promises flooding back in waves. A postcoital sigh escaped my lips as I blinked, turning my head to find Killian lying beside me; his beautiful sharp features were softened by sleep. Kris was curled around me protectively, his arm draped over my waist, while Preston’s hand rested on my shoulder. Hunter, ever vigilant, was already awake, his intense gaze fixed on me. “Good morning, beautiful,” Hunter said, his voice low and gravelly. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my temple, and my heart fluttered at the gentleness of the gesture. “Morning,” I whispered, my voice still thick with sleep. Killian stirred, stretching like a wolf waking from a nap. His eyes, full of warmth and mischief, landed on me. “Someone’s glowing this morning,” he teased, his lips curving into a grin. “Well, I wonder whose fault that is,” I shot back, my tone
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