MARIA.
I was enjoying every single reaction I was getting from the quadruplets.
Honestly, watching them struggle to remain calm while Noah held me so comfortably was strangely satisfying.
Very satisfying.
At this point, I was almost certain they wouldn't be able to keep up their stubborn act for long before eventually storming out of the room.
And Noah—Noah was such an actor, the things he said, the expressions he made, the deliberate way he touched me whenever they looked our way.
Everything about him screamed intentional provocation.
Yet despite knowing he was partly acting—I still couldn't ignore the heat radiating from his body as he held me close against him.
It was warm—dangerously warm and slowly, I began noticing something strange.
His eye color kept shifting faintly, one second they looked calm and the next, hey darkened intensely.
As though he was fighting for control between himself and his wolf.
