When Avery stepped out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind her, she expected to see her personal maid Lila waiting for her, perhaps with a fresh set of clothes or some comforting words. But instead, she was met with the sight of her four mates sitting quietly in the living area. They looked up as she entered, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.

For a moment, Avery froze, her heart pounding. She had grown so accustomed to the constant threat and uncertainty of ...