Ronan stepped onto the bed, the sheets cool against his skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from Riven. As he settled in beside them, he could feel the raw energy and pheromones Riven was giving off.
Soren's dirty blond hair glinted in the dim light, and his black eyes narrowed in unspoken challenge as their gazes locked.
Riven, caught in the swirl of primal heat, looked between the two of them, his black hair framing his face, wolf ears twitching in anticipation. The tension was thick, each of them vying for dominance, driven by the instinct to claim what was theirs. Ronan felt the urge rise within him, a fierce need to take Riven, to make him his in every way possible.
But Soren was just as determined, a predatory glint in his gaze. "I will have him first," Soren growled, a hint of playful challenge underlining his words.
