I gave birth at twelve weeks.
Not twelve weeks from the cabin. Twelve weeks total.
White Wolf pups don't do nine months. Luna told me on week eleven while I was trying to breathe because my bump was the size of a full human pregnancy and Cade and Rhys were arguing about who got to carry me to the bathroom:
We grow fast because the world tries to kill us fast. Ready?
Ready for what? I didn't even get to ask before my water broke all over Blackstone's war table during a meeting with twelve Alphas.
Yes. All twelve Alphas saw my water break.
Cade's face went white. Rhys caught me before I fell. My father screamed for the healer.
The healer took one look at me, at my glowing golden belly, at my two mates whose marks were burning like suns, and said, "Triumvirate birth. It needs three. No
