The corridor outside Aire's chambers remained in complete silence.
Xander stood several feet from the door with both hands folded tightly behind his back. The veins beneath his skin remained tense from restraint while his wolf prowled violently beneath the surface.
Beside him, Alaric leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
Neither of them had knocked yet. Neither of them had moved and neither of them could bring themselves to leave.
The bond still pulsed between them.
Xander swallowed harshly once when another wave of Aire's emotions brushed against his senses with softness, and heat. Also, Nate.
Gods.
His jaw tightened sharply.
Alaric shut his eyes briefly beside him. He felt it too.
Every second Nate spent with her inside that chamber carved ache deeper beneath both their skin.
Aire belonged to all three of them by fate.
But tonight?
Tonight, another male held her, and their wolves understood exactly what that meant.
