Sumy’s POV
After all they did, after everything they had put me through, they still dared to stretch their hands toward my pups. My blood boiled at the thought. Touch my babies? Never. Impossible. Not in this lifetime. I pulled them closer against my chest, my arms tightening as though they were shields made of bone and flesh. My heart screamed: these are mine.
The Triplets’ eyes burned on me, filled with that twisted mixture of hunger and claim. But before I could spit more venom, before I could unleash the rest of the rage choking me, something happened outside—shouts in the corridor, maybe guards being summoned. I didn’t care what it was, but it caught their attention. Their heads whipped toward the noise, their bodies stiffening like wolves sensing danger.
Without another word, they
