(Alnilam)
I thought I would never agree to this. Never agree to sharing my mate with my brothers.
My heart wouldn't be so open. But the dream I had and the moment I found Rigel, my heart accepted this reality. I knew this was because of Amaia. Because of the bond we all shared.
This was our destiny. Amaia was our future and strength.
My chest seemed to have been opened and all those absurd thoughts had disappeared somewhere.
Half of my hair keeps Rigel bound while the other half is wound around Amaia. Their mingled emotions I sense.
I think it's a sign from the moon goddess and the heavens and finally, I am ready.
Never in my entire life have I seen a more provocative and sensual sight than Amaia wrapped in my hair and worshipped by my brothers.
The way she shudders, and orgasms, every time my hair slightly brushes along her velvety skin.
