Caleb stood there beside the bed with four wolves that he never thought he would meet in his life. But fate had a strange way of slapping you upside the head when you least suspect it.
Like his fated mate going into heat almost the second she saw him.
Addy let out a sound that was halfway between pleasure and pain as she reached down to the hem of the shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head. The sounds she made after that were ones that would be playing on repeat over and over again inside of his head for the rest of his life.
"Please," begged Addy, looking around the room at the five men in front of her. "Please, make it stop… please, make the pain go away."
Her eyes were glazed over, and she seemed to be looking through the guys, not recognizing any of them as she writhed and wiggled on the bed in front of them.