Chapter 12: Facing the Council...
"If the Moon Goddess ever wanted to test my patience, this is it."
Emerald dropped onto the velvet lounge in her room, boots kicked off, cloak hanging from one shoulder like she couldn’t even be bothered to remove it properly.
"Three mates? If I blink any harder, I might pass out from the fantasy overload."
Emerald raised a brow at Nessa, who lay sprawled across her bed, face buried in a pillow as her legs kicked lazily in the air.
"It’s not a fantasy," Emerald muttered. "It’s chaos. Literal, territorial, muscle-ridden chaos."
Nessa lifted her head. "Yeah, but it’s sexy chaos. Three sexy, powerful, dangerous Alphas. Emerald, this is not chaos or a curse; it’s a celestial gift."
Emerald groaned and rolled her eyes. "It’s not a gift. It’s a migraine in tailored suits."
Nessa smirked. "No. I have migraines. You have heat radiating off you like you stepped out of a supernatural love triangle... or is it square?"
Emerald rolled her eyes and tossed a pillow at her cousin. "I’m not interested in love, Ness. Not now. I’ve got a kingdom to run and a council full of crusty old wolves breathing down my neck."
"That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the perks," Nessa grinned. "I mean, gods... Adrien’s voice alone could make a nun wet, and she would drop her robes on the spot."
Emerald snorted. "You’ve got issues."