“Everyone has their perfect match, right?” Rose muttered under her breath, the sting of rejection tightening in her chest. “So why am I standing here like a fool while the mistletoe mock me?”A smooth, confident voice interrupted her thoughts. “Mock you? Nah, sweetheart. It’s giving you options.”She turned, startled, only to find herself face-to-face with Axel Nightshade, his smirk as sharp as the glint in his silver eyes. Before she could respond, another voice, deep and serious, joined in.“Three options, to be precise,” Damon said, his dark gaze locking onto hers.Leo, the third of the infamous triplet alphas, leaned against a nearby column, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Us. Try not to faint, Blackwood.”Rose stared at them, stunned. “Three alphas? This has to be a mistake.”Axel chuckled, stepping closer. “No mistake. Just fate.”