The Alpha’s Shattered Mate: Her Secret Triplets
He was leaning against the quartz railing, his eyes fixed on the lower training grounds.
"They are getting too fast for the courtyard," Killian said, a low rumble of paternal pride vibrating in his chest as I slipped my arms around his waist.
Down below, Leo and Toby were sparring. At twenty-two, my sons were breathtaking. Leo had inherited the sheer, crushing mass of his father, his slate-grey muscles shifting under his skin as he absorbed a kinetic strike that would have leveled a concrete building. Toby was smaller, leaner, but he moved with a blinding, terrifying velocity. When the brothers clashed, the sound rang out like thunder echoing off the valley walls.