Mated To Four Alphas

the unforgiving ground. I gazed up at Marcus, his eyes filled with a chi

Clark muttered, biting his lip. "Damn it

sick," I stammered, my teet

locks of ice," Clark winced, his large hand enveloping one of m

of guilt, anger, and pain. Then, without a word, he turn

ere he knelt at my feet. My toes peeked out from between hi

making it difficult to find my voice,

er he does," Wyatt said, his gaze fixed on Marcus as

ding toward the packs stacked against a tree trunk. "Wyatt, gr

aping his lips. His hands moved swiftly, rubbing my foot

em, right?" Clark shot back.

ing. Just

gers that were bringing life back to my hands and feet. My muscles involuntarily contracted, but

n the ground beside me and squatte

ure about the sizes, but they seem like they'll fit," Clark said, hove

f, and River quickly interjected, "Undress her?

face in his large hands, surprising me with their tenderness. "Listen, we need to get you into warm clothes, okay? We'll t

an internal battle, I knew that changing into fresh cloth

verriding any concerns about modesty or the potent

e necessary support, ensuring that I remained upright. Without their steady grasp, I would have surely toppled over. With gentle care, Wyatt guided the pants up, his hands deftly sliding beneath the damp hospital gown to secure them snugly over my hips. As he moved

each touch, as if they were mapping uncharted territories on my skin. The way Wyatt closed the top button, his gaze lifting to meet mine, ig

urge to shield my breasts with my hands was overwhelming. Yet, I resisted the instinct, remaining motionless as Wyatt supported me with a steady grip on my hips, while Clark diligently untied the back of the gown. Then, their roles reversed. Clark took on the task of bearing my weight, allowing Wyatt to slide t

assisting me in slipping my arms through the sleeves. As he gently tugged the fabric down, fully dressing me, it became evident that he had been holding himself in check all along. The

roviding a comforting support as my back pressed against his chest. Although his clothes still bore the dampness from our earlier

cted, glancing back over his shoulder as he had been keeping watch. "I

e don't need him howling throughout the

ver, he halted abruptly, turning back to glance down at me. His gaze he

to obscure my thoughts. For a brief moment, I struggled to r

features seemed to suggest that he was usually one to wear a

ow. I'm relieved you're unharmed," he

ed smile. He gave a brisk salute to the other tw

tion remained foggy, and I found myself oddly concerned for the individuals who had forcibly taken me. Why was I bothered by thei

larger ones, covering me in warmth. Gradually, the chill retreated, and the shivers subsided. Yet, as the cold

to hold onto consciousness. They needed to know. They nee

ir movements, but his warm grip on my feet remained steadfast. Clark let o

r safety. You will never face the threat of death again." There was a brief moment of silence before