Dane’s POV
We were at the dining table having breakfast. My father, my brothers, and the triplet sisters—our supposed soon-to-be fiancées according to Father, which on my side is never happening.
Yes, the girls were beautiful: nice hair, nice faces, nice skin, nice bodies that could make me drool—but they weren’t the type of women I wanted to spend my life with, and I believe it’s the same for Darius and Damien.
There was something about them that didn’t settle well with me. Perhaps it was the desperation in their eyes to marry us, or maybe it was the way the one with the black hair—Lana—had been throwing seductive gazes at me.
I hated it, and I just couldn’t wait to finish this meal and leave.
“Alphas, will you men do us the favor and show us around?” Lana asked, smiling sheepishly
