The triplets had declared war.

Not against the pack. Not against each other.

Against me.

They had stopped hiding their obsession, stopped pretending they could resist the bond. Instead, they competed.

For my attention. My reactions. My surrender.

And the worst par

The fire flickered in the distance, its golden glow casting long shadows across the forest floor. The trees whispered secrets in the night breeze, rustling leaves swirling at my feet. The air was thick—charged, electric—as if the entire world was holding its breath.

The remnants of the dream clung to me, thick and suffocating. My body was still warm from their phantom touches, my pulse still erratic, my lips still tingling with the memory of their kisses.

Dorian’s hands gripping my waist.

Evander’s lips on my throat.