The Alpha's Hidden Triplets
My three sweet boys are sitting in that cheap rogue motel all alone, and any bad hunter could grab them.
“Let me out! This is against the pack law! Let me out!”
I scream and beat my fists on the wood, but no one answers me.
Inside the biggest, most expensive den in Myhill Crest Hall, Blackmoor Crescent Keep, Gali Blackmoor storms through the gates. He does not even take off his heavy snow cloak or his muddy boots as he runs straight up the stone stairs to the young master's nursery.
The old butler follows him, panting hard.
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