Her Three Alpha Mates
Their presence was raw power—wild, magnetic, impossible to ignore.
They looked nearly identical, yet not the same. They were definitely triplets.
And they had just called me—me—their mate.
My knees wobbled as I tried to stand. The strength I had borrowed from them only moments ago was already slipping away. My legs trembled, and I nearly crumpled again when one of them—the one with piercing green eyes—stepped forward quickly. His hand was half-raised to catch me.
“No,” I rasped. I lifted my palm in warning before he could touch me. My pride, my dignity, wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t.”
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