Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me
My kind, steady doctor held me tight against his chest, murmuring soft words of comfort, but I could feel the quiet sadness and helplessness radiating from him too.
Later that night, after Landon had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep in my bed, clinging to me like he was afraid I might disappear and Mom had retired to her room with worried eyes, I slipped out to the back porch alone.
The cool night air wrapped around me as I sat on the old wooden steps, staring into the dark forest. The mate bond was still there, painful and insistent, whispering that the triplets were close. That they were suffering too. That maybe, just maybe, they truly regretted what they had done.
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