MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL.
That maybe this was all another cruel misunderstanding.
I pushed the door open.
And my world cracked.
They were all there.
The Alpha triplets—Cain, Caleb, and Cypril—were gathered on the bed. And between them was Amelia.
She was seated comfortably among them, laughter on her lips, her body angled toward theirs with familiarity that burned my eyes. Cain’s hand rested casually at her waist. Caleb leaned close, his forehead touching hers. Cypril brushed his lips against her cheek, then her lips, slow and deliberate, as if the world beyond that bed did not exist.