Third POV
Keiera sat on the edge of her bed, trying to soothe her crying babies. Their wails echoed in the small room, filling her with a mixture of frustration and sorrow. The twins, a boy and a girl, were barely a few months old, and the strain of caring for them while grappling with her own turmoil was overwhelming. She gently rocked them, her eyes weary and her heart heavy.
The phone on the nightstand buzzed, startling her. She reached for it, balancing the squirming infants in her arms. The screen displayed an unfamiliar number. Hesitantly, she swiped to answer, her voice barely above a whisper as she greeted the caller.
“Hello?”
“Girllll,” a familiar voice responded, laden with concern. It was Riley. “Why am I hearing the news that you are a wanted criminal and all Alphas should
