EPILOGUE - ROSALIE

I wake up in a sweat. The covers are clinging to me and, for the first time in forever, the arms of my mates feel suffocating, not comforting.

I whimper, trying to get comfortable, and then something sharp hits me and I gasp, kicking out, suddenly wide awake.

“Rosalie?” Cain murmurs half asleep, b...

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