"Christ Almighty!"

Roberta and Juan handled Lucy with care as they took her to her bedroom to heal her quickly.

"Did she fall?"

"I kept a hold of her," Wyatt told them, "She's...probably in shock."

"She's going to think she's in a dream," Holden shook his head, "I get it, brother, I do, but fuck!"

Colt stood back and watched them with his mate as they checked her vitals.

"She's fine," Colt said as he stepped forward, "She's perfectly fine. Leave us, please."

"But,-" Holden protested, but Wyatt grabbed his arm, "He,-"

"Let him have this time with her," Wyatt said, "We all need it."

Roberta and Juan excused themselves, with Juan talking excitedly about Lucy and her becoming their queen.

Holden and Wyatt left, reluctantly, leaving Colt to sit by Lucy's bedside.

"Hey.." he said, stroking her cheek softly, "I won't be here long. I know it's been a rough night already, but I wanted to tell you that you're everything we've ever wanted—even though we're not really good at sharing."

He chuckled, but tried to remain as quiet as possible.

"I wish I could be your first, but I understand if you choose Wyatt," he said, "He's the suave one and Holden is the flirt. I'm too shy to ask girls out--women, sorry. I don't even know what to say sometimes and I'm not a charmer, but I'll be whatever you want me to be. You're so beautiful.."

Colt's green eyes sparkled as Lucy shifted in the bed, slightly. He pushed the strands of light brown hair out of his face before continuing.

"I've never been in love before," he said, "I thought I was many times, but I wasn't. I wanted to be."

He sighed and remembered all of the women he'd been with.

"We didn't even know we had a mate until the last war," he said, "But you'll learn all of that later. I am lonely—I'm a playboy, according to all of the underworld. We're fallen—we left upper management thousands of years ago..I don't miss it, I liked being human for a time."

Lucy smiled as if she could hear him, but he knew she was dreaming again.

"I hope I make you happy, Lucy..that's all I want.."

A tear threatened to stream down his cheek, but Colt straightened himself out.

"I'll leave you to slumber," he whispered, "I know you must be tired, but Juan is a great healer."

He held her hand for some time, picturing their children and how well she was going to be taken care of.

"I wish..." he began, "I wish I could kiss you, but I know that day will come. I want you to want us, Lucy, but I will understand if it's not something you need. Three mates will be shocking to you, I'm sure—all of it will be. I promise to take care of you forever—you will never cry tears of sadness because of me, I can tell you that."

"Colt.." Lucy whispered in her sleep.

He'd said so much that his words were sinking into her subconscious and into her dreamland.

"Sleep, love.." Colt said, kissing her hand, "Tomorrow is a big day for all of us."