I stretched my arms overhead, rolling my shoulders to shake off everything that felt wrong. Wrapped in the comfort of my mates, I couldn't ignore the weight of their possessive gazes. I glanced at each of them and sighed heavily.
"I need to start my day," I said softly. "Training doesn't wait for anyone—not even for you three."
Magnus tightened his arm around my waist, pulling me back into the warmth of his chest. "Training can wait. You can't."
Xavier rested his chin on my other shoulder, his breath tickling my ear. "Why train when you've got the three of us to protect you, Gorgeous Mate?"
Damien, who had been leaning casually against the bedpost, crossed his arms and gave me a pointed look. "You're not going anywhere until you've had a proper breakfast. And no arguing."
I groaned, trying to wiggle free from Magnus's grip. "You're all suffocating me. Don't you have other duties? Responsibilities? Something to do other than smother me?"
