The Alpha’s Shattered Mate: Her Secret Triplets
I stood at the center of the storm, my hand still caught in the small, warm grasp of the child called Maya.
I looked down at her. My tactical scanners, the new, cold eyes that had replaced my human perception, saw her as a biological anomaly. She was a source of massive emotional interference, a spike in my heart rate that shouldn't have been possible in my current "Defender" state. Behind her, the two boys, Leo and Toby, were moving forward. They didn't have the silver light of the warriors or the violet fire of the Coven. They were just small, fragile points of heat in a room full of ice.
"Primary Defender status is deteriorating," I said, my own voice sounding like a recording played at t