‚Liv, where are you?‘, it sounds through the mind-link. Elliot’s voice is rough.
‚At the pack hospital. Why, what’s wrong? Something happen with the kids.‘, I’m instantly alert.
‚ I’m coming over.‘, he huffs and cuts the mind-link.
A few minutes later, I hear him shout my name outside my office.
“LIV?“
I push the door open and face my mate, our triplets hanging from his back.
“They are yours. Take them, please.“, Elliot says exasperatedly.
“That bad?“, I chuckle as our kids pull at his sweater so hard his entire lower abdomen is left bare, showing off his packs and adonis belt.
‚ I’m not complaining.‘
My mate scoffs, slowly lowering the three of them to the floor. Grabbing our little boy under his arms and holding him up, he says: “This one keeps interrupting my conference calls
