Chapter 1 - The dream
The forest was bathed in moonlight—silver shadows dripping through the trees as Galena ran barefoot through the mist. Her breath came fast. Not from fear, but from heat. Need. Hunger.
She wasn’t alone.
Rough hands gripped her wrists from behind, holding her down against something soft—fur? A bed? She couldn’t tell. Her heart pounded, but it wasn’t fear flooding her veins.
It was them.
Two sets of lips brushed her skin. One firm, commanding. The other teasing, playful.
“You’re beautiful like this,” one whispered, his voice low and flirty.
“So obedient when you want to be,” the other growled against her ear.
She didn’t know where one ended and the other began. They were shadows of men she knew—had always known—but tonight they felt different. Hungrier.
She whimpered as her back arched.
Their scents—familiar and intoxicating—swirled around her like wildfire.
Axel’s Dream
She was defiant tonight.
Galena stood in his bedroom, arms crossed, a smirk playing at her lips. She wasn’t supposed to look at him like that. Challenge him like that.
“You think you’re in control?” he asked, stepping closer.
“Make me behave,” she dared, voice sultry and defiant.
He growled, sweeping her off her feet and tossing her onto his bed with controlled force. Her body molded into the mattress like she belonged there.
“I’ll be good for you, Daddy,” she whispered, biting her lip.
His control shattered.
Auren’s Dream
He walked into his room and froze.
Galena was sprawled across his bed in black lace, a riding crop in hand. Her expression was all heat and mischief.
“Auren,” she purred. “You’ve been bad.”
She snapped the whip against her palm. The sound echoed in his skull like a gunshot. His knees buckled.
He was supposed to be dominant.
So why did he want to kneel?
They woke at the same time.
Galena sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat. Her heart slammed against her ribs, and her skin tingled with a phantom ache.
Across the territory, Axel stared at the ceiling, panting, confused—and hard.
And Auren? He bolted out of bed like he’d been caught in the act, his girlfriend sleeping soundly beside him.
The bond had started to pull. The wolves were stirring.
And nothing would be the same again.
The next morning came too fast.
The car ride to school was quiet at first—too quiet for three people who’d grown up practically in each other’s pockets.
Galena sat in the backseat, eyes on the passing trees, her mind racing. She could still feel their touches, their voices. Worse, she couldn’t shake the way her wolves had responded—one had wanted to surrender, the other to dominate.
In the driver’s seat,Axel’s jaw clenched, knuckles tight around the steering wheel. He hadn’t said a word to her since she slid into the car.
Auren, in the passenger seat, kept shifting like his seat burned. His girlfriend had kissed him goodbye this morning and he’d barely reacted. Now he couldn’t meet Galena’s eyes.
The air felt charged. Every breath Galena took was thick with their scents—intoxicating, sharper than usual. Her stomach twisted with hunger that had nothing to do with food.
Then Axel glanced at her in the rear view mirror. Just once.
A flicker of protectiveness sparked in his eyes, hot and unexpected.
She looked away fast, her cheeks burning.
What the hell is happening to us?
From the corner of her mind, one of her wolves stirred and whispered:
They’re waking up... and they smell you.
