**Alpha Ace’s Chamber – Night**

Ace sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled, trying (and failing) to look patient. Inside his head, Roa was losing his damn mind—pacing, snarling, heat rolling off him in waves.

*Mate is coming. Mate is coming. Mate is*

Ace shut him out.

The door finally opened.

Brielle stepped in first, eyes sparkling with mischief. Behind her Amora.

Ace’s breath stopped.

She wore transparent lingerie black lace so sheer it was basically a suggestion. The fabric clung to every curve, nipples dark against the material, the hem barely brushing the tops of her thighs. Her hair fell loose over her...