Violet's POV
The door slammed so hard the frame cracked, and then there was silence.
I sat on the edge of the ruined bed, silk robe slipping off one shoulder, the cool air brushing over my skin through the open balcony doors. Broken glass glittered across the marble like fallen stars. The side table lay in splinters. The lamp was nothing but shards. And on my throat, two marks burned.
I touched them both, one finger tracing each bite. The dual bond hummed inside me, chaotic and electric, two wolves pulling in opposite directions. Pain. Power. Pleasure. All of it mine now.
A slow smile curved my lips.
"They're both mine now."
I didn't cry, there was no fear in me anymore. I was nothing like the girl who had arrived here days ago. That girl was gone. She had died the moment I understood how desperate these brothers were, and how important I was to each of them.
