Inside their private gym, Kieran gently drops Lena on a training mat while Soren knelt in front of her, staring at her with concern in his eyes. Ronan stood at the corner of the room, arms folded over his strong chest, and his expression unbothered, but deep down inside him, his wolf was growling angrily—wanting to rip those who had bullied their mate apart.

Kieran moved towards a locker with the plate name screaming his name—Kieran Blackthorne. He yanked it up, retrieved a small white towel and red jersey and kicked it closed. He walked back towards her and without another started wiping the water off her wet hair with...