Rose wasn't scared at all. She was becoming aroused in a way she hadn’t been in months.

Not even when she comforted herself alone in her small apartment, thinking about the two of them, did she manage more than an empty orgasm.

Her entire traitorous body was surrendering to her Alphas.

She wasn’t going to fight anymore—it was pointless. She wanted them madly.

There was only one path left for her: seduce her husbands and act like a whore to lessen her punishment.

She knelt down and began undoing the button and unzipping the side of her pencil skirt to take it off.

She silently thanked herself for wearing decent blue panties, trimmed with lace around the edges.

The gray skirt dropped to the floor, and Rose got down on all fours on the low table, her ass raised high toward Niall while she rested on her elbows.

Her face was now level with Maell’s fly, right in front of her.

She swallowed hard, unable to stop herself as she saw the silhouette of his huge member, already hard and straining