Alaric Storm was wide awake, his piercing gaze locked on Violet with an intensity that might have felt unsettling to anyone else. But between mates, that look was completely normal, and if one dared to peer deeper into those stormy blue eyes, they would see the fierce, unshakable devotion burning brightly.
He just couldn't help it. To be honest, it still felt like a dream to him.
Although the prophecy had always said all four of them would one day be mated to Violet, doubt still crept in like a thief. Not to mention those ugly, jealous moments that gnawed at him whenever he saw the mating runes etched on Griffin and Roman's skin. Proof that they were bonded to their girl in a way he hadn't been yet.
