The Alpha’s Shattered Mate: Her Secret Triplets
I pressed the probe against my own chest, right over my heart.
The sound of my heartbeat, amplified by the Palace’s own resonant marble, filled the room. It was not a perfect, silver hum. It was a messy, biological thud-thud. It was the sound of a heart that had known fear, grief, and exhaustion. It was the sound of a woman who was no longer a Luna or a Goddess, but a doctor who had spent eighteen hours on her feet.
"Listen, Maya!" I cried out. "This is the sound of the friction! This is the sound of the noise you want to prune! It is uneven, it is loud, and it is alive!"
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