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Erica’s POV.The warmth of her touch still lingered on my skin when the sound of heels echoed down the hallway.Each click on the marble sent my pulse racing faster.I didn’t even need to see her face to know.Denise.My stomach twisted. My hand gripped the bucket so tightly my knuckles turned white. Heaven felt it too—I saw her shoulders stiffen, her head snap toward the door.The handle turned and the door swung open.There she stood—Denise.Her presence filled the room like smoke choking the air. Tall, elegant, wrapped in a gown so dark it swallowed the light, she looked every bit the queen she thought herself to be. Her eyes swept over me first, lingering on the rag in my hand, the way I knelt near the bucket, then slid to Heaven standing much too close to me.Her brows lifted slowly, deliberately. “Heaven.” Her voice was sugar lined with steel. “Why are you in here with…” her lips curled, “…that?”That. That’s all I was to her. A thing.I didn’t lift my eyes. I kept them fixed on

The Triplet Alphas (Reynold’s POV.)The morning had broken with a kind of quiet that unsettled me. The house was never truly silent—the creak of wood, the distant shuffle of servants, the restless call of birds from the marshes—but still, there was a hush in the air that pressed against my ears.I stood by the window of my room upstairs, leaning against the frame, my gaze falling onto the courtyard below. I told myself I wasn’t waiting for her. I told myself I wasn’t watching for her. But my eyes found her anyway.Natasha.She was already outside, a tin watering can in her hands, tilting it carefully over the roots of the flowers that lined the garden. The water glittered in the light, streaming down into the soil until it darkened with life. She moved with a patience that I never understood—kneeling, brushing dirt from her hands, adjusting the angle of the leaves as though they could feel her touch.Her dress was plain, worn thin in places, the fabric clinging to her as she bent and

The Triplet Alphas (Reynold’s POV).The moment she turned her back on me, my chest tightened as though someone had pressed a hand flat against it, forcing out the air. Natasha’s steps were measured, steady, her spine so straight it almost taunted me. She didn’t hurry, she didn’t stumble—she simply walked away.And I let her.For a few seconds, I stood frozen, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. The proud, ego-driven Alpha in me wanted to scoff, to call her bluff, to let her know that I didn’t care. That’s what everyone expected of me, wasn’t it? Reynold—the cold, unshaken Alpha. Reynold—the one who never bowed, never bent, never begged.But the truth?If embarrassment was a pool, I had already drowned in it.I hated that my wolf shifted restlessly inside me, pacing and clawing, as if urging me to move before it was too late. I hated the sting in my throat, the burn of words I had swallowed too many times before. And yet, I hated most that she had every reason to walk away

The Triplet Alphas (Ronald’s POV).The words still echoed in the room.“I saw someone!”It startled even me—my own voice sounding louder, harsher, more desperate than I’d meant. Reynold stopped in mid-step, the line of his shoulders stiff beneath his suit. Slowly, he turned, his eyes heavy and sharp, the way they always were when he thought I was wasting his time.“You saw someone,” he repeated, his tone flat.I forced a breath out. “Yes.”He tilted his head, his mouth twitching into a faint, dismissive smile. “Ronald, people walk this earth in their thousands. You’ll have to do better than that.”My fingers curled at my sides. It would have been easier to swallow the words, to let them die in my chest, but they pressed harder until they clawed out of me.“I think it was Daisy.”The name cracked the air like a whip.For the first time, Reynold’s face shifted. His jaw tightened, and his eyes flickered. Then he scoffed sharply, but the sound was forced, and kinda brittle.“Don’t,” he sa