Third-Person Narrative.
The next morning, Gina was still sleeping when her mates woke up to stare at her beautiful face. Her little peaceful snores were like music to their ears.
They had gotten up earlier to prepare a hot-scented bubble bath for her, to ease herself whenever she woke up.
“Today is going to stink,” Devon said, letting out a deep breath.
“You can say that again; I wish she did not have to pick,” Derrick said, subconsciously running his fingers through his messy hair.
Denver was seated on the sofa, lost in his thoughts. He knew that it was going to be a tough call for Gina to pick him as her mate because his wolf was currently dormant.
But he was at peace knowing that Gina was going to be mated to either of his brothers.
They were each lost in their various thoughts w
