Freya's pov

The alarm goes off at five-thirty in the morning and I reach over to silence it before it wakes Sebastian who's still asleep with his arm draped across my waist.

Six months have passed since the ceremony and I still wake up some mornings surprised to find myself here in this bed with three mates who chose me and who I chose back.

I slip out carefully and pad across the room to where my hockey gear is laid out from last night because I have practice at six-thirty and Coach ...