Chapter 47.
Nate chuckled, but his eyes-the eyes that mirrored my own- held a seriousness that he rarely showed around me. I smiled, touched by their reactions. The gravity of this moment, this familial ritual before stepping into the uncertain world of romance, lent the evening a special kind of magic. Their approval was like a protective amulet, a reminder of the unwavering support and love I had, regardless of my complicated love life.
“We’re so proud of you,” Dad added, his voice thick with emotion. “Always know that we’re behind you, no matter what choices you make.”
Nick, who had been contemplatively silent until then, moved closer.
“May I walk you to the door?”
I nodded, and we distanced ourselves from the warm tableau of our parents, inching toward the entrance. As I reached for the
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doorknob again, Nick’s hand gently caught my wrist. His eyes searched mine, as if he were reading the silent questions I’d been grappling with.
“You know,” he began softly, “I see how the triplets look at you, especially when you’re not watching. It’s not just infatuation because of the mate bond; it’s deeper than that. They’re committed to making this work. To making you happy.”
I felt a lump form in my throat. Nate was their Beta; he knew them well, and I trusted his judgment implicitly.
ot saying you should throw all caution to the wind,” he nued. “But maybe you can let down your guard, just a bit. ow some room for what could be, instead of bracing for what might go wrong.”
His words found their mark, settling into the folds of my mind, providing a new perspective to consider.
“Thank you, Nate. I’ll think about it. Truly.”
He pulled me into a hug, holding me tightly for a moment.
“Go knock ’em dead, sis. And remember, whether you take a step forward or two steps back, I’ve always got your flank.”
As I finally turned the doorknob and stepped out into the crisp evening air, it felt like a small but significant victory. Not just the triumph of going on a date, or even three, but the realization of how richly I was loved, how deeply I was supported, and how I was never, ever alone on this complex journey I was navigating.
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As I stepped out of the house, the sensuous embrace of the evening air wrapped around me like velvet, heightening my already-tense senses. I’d barely had time to process the atmosphere when my gaze landed on the triplets-Damon, Axel, and Zane-each an epitome of masculine elegance, clad in finely tailored suits that seemed to mirror their distinct personalities.
Damon was in a sleek obsidian black suit that contrasted sharply with his fair complexion, giving him a dark, mysterious allure. Axel wore a sapphire blue, a vivid color that resonated with his dynamic charisma. Zane, the rebellious one, stood in a smoky gray suit that perfectly complemented his fiery eyes. The
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The question hovered in the air, a palpable entity in itself. After a brief moment of internal struggle, I realized that the trust I was vesting in them felt inherently right, if not downright essential.
I nodded, giving them my silent yet emphatic consent.
With a tantalizing slowness, the silk blindfold descended over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. In that moment, every sound became magnified, every touch a titillating mystery, and every scent a potent aphrodisiac. I was officially at the mercy of my senses, and, more importantly, at the mercy of the three men who were proving to be both my greatest temptation and my ultimate desire.
