The months that followed were a whirlwind of overprotection.
My belly grew faster than anyone expected. By the sixth month, the pack doctors confirmed what my family had somehow sensed all along: I was carrying quadruplets. Two girls and two boys.
My father nearly fainted from happiness, while my brothers became even more fiercely protective than before. Under their constant watch and the pack’s best healers, my pregnancy was carefully monitored. I was never alone. Ryker adjusted pack duties to stay closer to home. Kael personally oversaw my security and nutrition. Lucien turned into the most ridiculous, doting uncle-to-be, constantly bringing me gifts and telling exaggerated stories to the babies through my belly.
Even the room next to mine in the east wing had been completely transfor
