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(AUTHOR'S POV) The studio was warm, smelling of acrylic paint. Rain stood before his massive canvas, his fingers gripping a fine-tipped brush, his eyes locked onto his subject. Debbie sat on a raised wooden platform, draped in a soft, flowing piece of emerald-green silk. It had been months since that day at the hospital. Her belly was now a massive, beautiful dome, with the three lives growing inside her. Her skin practically glowed under the warm light, her hands resting gently over the round curve of her stomach. Rain took a slow breath, dipping his brush into a swirl of dark gold paint. He traced the line of her shoulder on the canvas. *She is a goddess. My goddess. Carrying our future inside her. Every stroke of this brush has to be perfect.* A sudden, loud knock on the thick wooden door broke the deep silence of the room. Rain’s eyes instantly narrowed, his jaw clenching hard. He didn't lower his brush. "I do not like anybody being in my studio today!" he shouted toward

###BONUS CHAPTER Debbie The Saturday morning sun was warm. It poured through the large glass windows of our private palace kitchen. The space was quiet and peaceful. Today was a very special day of the week for me. The kids were gone for their weekend piano lessons. Usually, Saturdays were not owned by any of my three husbands; it was a free day on our strict schedule. I stepped out of the bedroom, my bare feet padding softly on the cool stone floor. I was only wearing a very short, oversized white t-shirt that belonged to River. It hung loosely off one of my shoulders, barely covering the tops of my thighs. Across the wide room, at the wooden breakfast table, my men were already seated together. They were deeply engrossed in discussing everything pack-related. Rex and River were leaning over a stack of boundary maps, their deep voices rumbling in a low, serious rhythm. Rain was sitting slightly to the side, his fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop as he checked th

### BONUS CHAPTER (CONTINUED) Debbie. The bedroom was dark and quiet. I was lying in the middle of the large, soft bed, buried under the warm blankets. I was half asleep, my mind floating in that peaceful state where everything feels slow. This room was my private space. It was the place I always came to when the huge palace felt too loud and I just wanted some peace and quiet. Suddenly, the soft click of the door handle broke the silence. I didn't open my eyes, but I felt the mattress sink down under a heavy weight. A familiar, warm scent of freshness and clean mint filled the air around me. It was River. He had this sweet habit of always coming to meet me in this room whenever I was lying here alone. No matter how busy he was with pack work, he would always find me. River slid under the covers, his large, warm body moving close to mine. "Are you back?" I murmured, my voice thick with sleep as I turned my head toward him. "Have you eaten anything yet?" "Yeah, sweeth

### BONUS CHAPTER Debbie. "You feel so good, Debbie," River groaned out softly against my ear, his breath hot and shaky. "So fucking tight and warm. You are clamping down on me so hard." "Because you're so deep," I whimpered, my legs naturally wrapping around his waist, locking him close to my body. "Don't stop, River. Move." River slowly pulled his hips back, sliding nearly all the way out of my body until only the very tip of him was brushing against my wet entrance. I let out a breathless whine of protest, but before I could complain, he drove himself back inside with a slow, deep, and incredibly heavy push. "Oh... mmm... yes, River... just like that," I gasped out, my fingers digging deep into the muscles of his broad back. He began a beautiful, soft rhythm. He moved with a slow, rolling pace, his hips tracing gentle circles against mine. Every single thrust was deep, deliberate, and packed with an intense, melting sweetness that made my heart ache. The wet, friction

### BONUS CHAPTER (CONTINUED) Debbie Before I could even answer, Rex stood up from the leather chair, lifting my body effortlessly in his arms. He held me tightly against his massive chest as he walked toward the back of his study. He pushed open a hidden wooden door that led directly to his private pleasure room. In the center of the room was a large, low bed with four thick iron poles at each corner. Rex tossed me gently onto the middle of the mattress. Before I could even sit up, he grabbed my wrists. He pulled my arms up over my head, clicking a pair of heavy, padded leather cuffs around my wrists, securing them tightly to the iron poles at the top of the bed. Next, he grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs wide apart and cuffing them securely to the poles at the bottom of the bed. I was completely spread-eagle, trapped, and entirely at his mercy. Rex stepped back, his dark eyes scanning my bound body with absolute satisfaction. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a