Helena's POV
The rich aroma of brewing coffee pulls me from sleep.
Next comes the awareness of Patrick's muscled arm draped possessively around my waist. Then the suffocating tension that hangs between us like a storm cloud, pressing down on my chest until I can barely breathe.
I shift restlessly in his embrace, my gaze finding the ceiling above. The hairline fractures in the white paint become my focus as I trace their jagged patterns. Aria stirs beneath my skin like a caged animal. What happened between Patrick and me hours ago wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her hunger. She craves more than just him - she demands all of my destined mates. I struggle to silence her chaotic emotions, but her strength grows with each passing day. The terrifying thought that she might consume me entirely if I don't find an anchor among them soon makes my stomach clench.
