Kieran's POV
I sat in a dining chair, lingering in the tiny kitchen of my apartment—a snug space, perfect for a single man. The place had two bedrooms; I assumed Ana occupied one while Kyra used the other. When Kyra left her old place, she brought Ana along with her.
Inside my mind, my inner wolf Ronan paced restlessly, still buzzing with the memories of last night. He roared with satisfaction as Kyra had surrendered herself to us—a wild, burning passion that neither of us could deny, though she hadn't completely yielded herself.
I could still feel the lingering warmth of her touch—her nails digging into my back, the gasping moans that left her breathless, and her body trembling beneath mine. For the first time in years, I experienced something beyond the usual cold control: pride, possessiveness, and a raw hunger that went far beyond simple desire.
