Chapter 63
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Third Person POV
The heavy silence in the boardroom lingered long after Gwen walked out, the soft click of the door still echoing in their ears. Cain stood frozen, one hand on the back of a chair, staring at the place where she’d just stood.
“She’s really ready,” Cole said quietly, voice thick with disbelief and awe. “After everything... she’s choosing us.”
Cash dropped into a seat, running a hand through his hair, a wide but dazed smile tugging at his lips. “God, I love her.”
Cain nodded slowly, his eyes a little distant. “So do I. But it has to be more than marking her. She’s reclaiming her power. We should honor that.”
Cole arched a brow. “You have something in mind?”
Cain looked up at his brothers, determination lighting his expression. “We propose.”
Cash blinked. “Before the mating?”
Cain nodded. “She’s giving us her body, her bond, her future. I want her to know we’re giving her ours too. Completely. This isn’t just strategy—it’s a vow.”
Cole’s lips curled into a slow, thoughtful smile. “I like that.”
“Me too,” Cash said, straightening up. “So... how do we do it?”
The three of them circled the boardroom table again, no longer bent over brothel records but over romantic logistics—where, when, who would speak first. They argued over ring designs, debated which of Gwen’s favorite spots to use, and eventually decided it had to be somewhere meaningful. Somewhere private and beautiful.
Cain suggested the greenhouse near the palace gardens, where Gwen liked to sneak away to think. It was still half-frozen from winter, but with some effort—and a little help from Jordan—they could transform it.
That led them to their next mission.
Cash went to get Jordan, who entered the boardroom cautiously, eyes flicking from one triplet to the next like she expected a war briefing.
Instead, Cole gestured to a chair and said, “We’re proposing to Gwen.”
Jordan blinked. “Wait. All three of you? Like, together?”
“Together,” Cain confirmed.
Her face split into a grin. “Okay, that’s hot. Continue.”
Cain chuckled. “We want to propose, then bring her back here to the palace. We’ll mate and mark her that night.”
Cash leaned forward. “But we want the suite to be perfect. Flowers. Candles. Champagne. The good kind, not the ‘we raided the event cellar’ kind.”
“Soft lighting,” Cole added. “Nothing too bright.”
“And... lube,” Cash said bluntly, smirking.
Jordan raised a brow. “Wow, you guys really planned this.”
“We want it to be everything,” Cain said, quiet and sincere. “Romantic. Intimate. Hers.”
Jordan nodded slowly, then broke into a grin. “I’ve got this. When Gwen walks into that suite, it’ll feel like a dream. She won’t doubt for a second how deeply she’s loved.”
As she walked out with a wink and a whispered, “About damn time,” the triplets stayed behind, already feeling the weight of anticipation lift.
This wasn’t just about sealing fate.
It was about choosing her—fully, completely, forever.
Third Person POV
Gwen ducked under Cain’s punch and twisted, driving her elbow toward his ribs—but he caught her wrist mid-motion, grinning like a devil.
“Nice try,” he murmured. “But you opened your left side.”
“Only because you talk too much,” she shot back, breathless but smiling.
Cain chuckled as he released her and stepped back, nodding to Cole. “Your turn.”
Cole was more analytical than Cain—quieter, more precise. When he lunged, Gwen moved instinctively, parrying his strike and delivering a kick that nearly caught his knee. Nearly.
He caught her ankle mid-air. “Weight was off. Don’t commit your balance until you know it’ll land.”
“Show-off,” she muttered, yanking her leg back and steadying herself.
Cash leaned against the edge of the sparring circle, arms folded, dark eyes glittering with amusement. “You two done mansplaining? Let me have a go before she gets bored.”
Gwen smirked and rolled her shoulders as Cash stepped forward, his style faster, a blur of motion she could barely track. But something had shifted in her—her body remembered this, the rhythm of the fight, the dance of power and pressure. Her instincts snapped into place like they’d never left.
She ducked, spun, and delivered a sharp jab to Cash’s ribs that made him grunt in surprise and stumble back.
“Damn, baby,” he said, laughing and rubbing his side. “You sure you haven’t been sneaking off to train without us?”
“Wouldn’t need to,” Gwen replied, grinning. “I’ve got all three of you for punching bags.”
Cain, Cole, and Cash exchanged glances—impressed ones.
“She’s stronger than before,” Cole murmured, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “More precise.”
Cain’s gaze softened as he watched Gwen bounce on the balls of her feet, flushed and glowing. “She’s ready.”
As Gwen grabbed a towel and wiped sweat from her brow, Cash stepped forward and handed her a bottle of water.
“We were thinking,” he said, his voice casual but warm. “Dinner tonight. Just us.”
Her brows lifted. “All of you?”
“All of us,” Cain confirmed, voice lower now. “Wear something nice.”
Gwen
My heart was still thudding from training as I walked into the suite. My muscles ached in that delicious, satisfied way, and I felt alive for the first time in weeks—strong, centered. Whole.
On the bed was a velvet box with a note resting on top.
“Wear this tonight. — C, C & C.”
I lifted the lid and gasped. Inside was a gown, deep emerald green, the kind of dress that looked regal and sensual all at once. The fabric shimmered in the light, soft as moonlight and just as alluring. When I held it up, it was clear they’d had it tailored to my every curve.
I spent more time than usual on my hair and makeup. It wasn’t vanity it was a quiet hum of knowing something important was coming. The way my heart beat when I thought of them wasn’t fear anymore. It was promise.
I stepped out into the hallway—and froze.
Rose petals.
A trail of them, soft and crimson against the tile, leading out through the hallway toward the gardens.
I followed them, nerves and joy coiled tight inside me, until I stepped into the winter garden. Hundreds of candles flickered against the snow, rose petals forming a path straight to the old greenhouse—my greenhouse.
And in front of it stood Cain, Cole, and Cash. All in black suits, each of them handsome and serious and somehow mine.
I stopped just at the edge of the candles, my breath catching in my throat.
They hadn’t just planned dinner.
They’d planned forever.
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