For weeks now, I had kept myself busy within the walls of my estate. After offering the triplets a few suggestions and minor recommendations for their new roles as fathers, we were soon visited by their mothers. All three women had spoken to me with clarity and certainty, confirming something I had suspected in my heart—my pups were indeed arriving sooner than expected. With triplets in my womb, it was only natural they would come early, perhaps in three moons instead of five.
Though I had grown used to carrying the weight of duty, their message was not one of burden, but of reflection. They reminded me that the choices these men—my mates—would soon make, must reflect what they truly desired for me and with me. Not what they demanded from me, nor what they thought they were owed. My self-
