Rejected, Then Wanted by My Triplet Alphas
I moved fast and silent, gathering Wren against my chest, and lowered us both through the hidden panel Ruth had installed in the back room's floor within a month of our return, a small crawlspace beneath the building barely large enough for two bodies pressed close together in the dark.
Wren, sensing my fear despite her young age, remained utterly silent against my chest, her small hand fisted tight in my shirt, and I pressed a kiss against her hair, praying she would understand instinctively why complete stillness mattered so desperately in this exact moment. We had practiced this exact drill before, quiet games Ruth and I had disguised as hide and seek during her earliest months of walking