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palpable, but whatever was going on robbed him of speech.
    The glow filled the room, blasting over every surface and enclosing him and Dylan. Was this what happened when Wardens found their mate?
    The brightness continued, pulsing from Lorelei’s inert body. Pleasure at finding her singed his nerves and brought arousal rushing forward.
    She was theirs and this… had something to do with that. He knew Whitney, the Ruling Wardens’ mate, dimly glowed when she was angry. Had this happened to the woman when she came in contact with her mates?
    “Zeke! Don’t touch her. No matter what— Oh, fuck,” Emmett groaned. “I felt it. One of you did.”
    Zeke didn’t. Dylan did. Dylan, his Warden partner, was currently touching their mate, his wrist captured in her small hand and a bolt of jealousy hit him. But the emotion didn’t linger. No, it was brushed aside by the ethereal light that emanated from Lorelei. It was as if she spoke to him, telling him there was no reason to be jealous. The push reminded him that she was Warden Born and was meant to mate two Wardens: him and Dylan.
    He dropped the phone, uncaring that it bounced against the end table before clattering to the ground. No, it didn’t matter when every cell urged him to go to her. No, to go to them. His wolf howled in approval and his magic sang with the need to grasp her other hand. He wanted that bright light to encompass all three of them.
    Zeke refused to let anything get in the way of his desires. A wave of his hand discarded the furniture between him and Dylan and Lorelei. The couch went tumbling over the carpet, the small end tables doing the same while the lamp crashed against the wall. There, his path was clear. Nothing hindered his course and his strides ate up the ground between them.
    Dylan was on her right and he knelt at her left, reaching for her.
    Dylan tried to stop him. “Zeke, didn’t they say—”
    He snarled at his partner and grasped her free hand, encasing it with his own and then… Bliss. There was no other way to describe the sensations. Bliss and joy and need and an overwhelming need to kill anyone who dared separate them.
    Theirs. Theirs. Theirs.
    A shadow broke through the brightness, lurking closer and casting itself over their small group.
    “I told you not to touch her, dammit.” The rumbling voice cut into their peace and Lorelei trembled, twitching and jerking in their embrace.
    When a large, rough hand gripped his shoulder, his response was immediate. His response? No, his wolf’s response was instantaneous.
    Human teeth were replaced with the beast’s and he turned his head, snapping at the male attempting to pull him from his mate. Tangy blood filled his mouth, and the animal both rejoiced and gagged. It was happy they’d hurt the intruding male, but they only wanted one person’s coppery fluid in their mouth: Lorelei’s.
    He spat the offending liquid on the floor, uncaring if it stained the carpet. The intruder backed away with a snarl, but Zeke ignored the male. He was no longer a threat to his mating.
    “I thought you told him not to touch her.” Another male was in the room… Levy. The other Ruling Warden.
    “Of course I fucking told him. You think I wanted this to happen?” Emmett snarled.
    Zeke wanted this to happen. Whatever this was. It brought him closer to Lorelei. Closer and closer with each passing second. It was as if their three souls reached and stretched for each other, beckoning them closer.
    “Well, we have to separate them,” Levy sighed.
    Dylan was the one to respond this time, and it was immediate. His partner lashed out, not with fang and claw, but with pure power. Then he realized the longer they remained connected, the stronger their magic became. It stretched and flexed, filling all three of them with a Warden’s abilities. Only it wasn’t the familiar rush, but something more. Much, much more.
    Two low grunts reached him and he imagined the Ruling Wardens colliding with the wall.