JULIA
*21 years ago*
The house was quiet, save for the faint crackling of the fireplace and the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. It was a rare moment of peace. Tyson and Travis were finally asleep, their endless energy and constant screaming temporarily halted.
I ran a hand over my swollen belly, feeling the delicate flutter of movement beneath my palm. A soft, wistful smile touched my lips before fading just as quickly. After giving Lance both an alpha heir and a backup, this child—this last one—was for me.
Alfochka.
That’s what I’d taken to calling her. My little female alpha.
Even now, I could feel it in my bones. She would have the heart of an alpha, the drive, the fire, in a way her brothers never would.
As much as I loved my sons, loved them to the point
