The air in Caleb’s cell was stifling, thick with anticipation as he paced the small space. It has been days since the letter had been smuggled out. He had expected something—anything—from Sasha in response. Instead, there had been nothing but silence, a void that gnawed at his patience and fueled the simmering rage inside him.
His jaw clenched as he thought of the triplets. *My pups,* he corrected himself. Not just one son, but three—three tiny lives bound to him by blood, waiting out there in the world, helpless and vulnerable. And Sasha, refusing to acknowledge his rightful place in their lives. The thought alone was enough to make his hands shake with barely contained fury.
But tonight, the waiting would end. His escape plan was already in motion, every detail carefully arranged. Cale
