"You… you are my wives…" Damian had never been more confused in his life.
"But... How?... I dont understand
"Do we really need to talk about that, darling?" Amelia asked in her sweet voice which made Damian feel warm and incredibly comfortable.
And then, something strange happened.
When he had bitten the five countesses on their necks, making them his mates, his very existence, his soul, had registered them as his soulmates.
As a representation of his new bond with them, a kind of marking had appeared in his inner world.
Just now, as the memories he hadn't known he possessed rekindled, three more of those markings suddenly appeared out of nowhere, reestablishing three more connections.
Two of those were pointing directly to the two goddesses standing in front of him.
"How… its…" Damian wore a confused expression.
"It's alright," Lenora said gently, placing her finger on his lips as both goddesses pushed Damian softly toward the bed.
