Inside the nursery, the soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound until Darren’s loud cries broke the calm.
Emma sat in the rocking chair, carefully feeding her firstborn, Darren, whose appetite always seemed insatiable.
His little mouth latched tightly onto her breast, and she winced as he hungrily suckled.
The alpha boy was a handful—always loud, always hungry.
His twin brother Derek wasn’t much different, while their little omega sister, Delilah, was much quieter, content with small feedings before drifting back to sleep.
Just as Darren began to settle, the door creaked open.
Gregory stepped in, his usual smirk on his face. “Still feeding?” he asked, rubbing his temple dramatically. “Can’t I just have a moment of peace with my mate?”
Emma chuckled, her laughter light an
