JONAS' POV
In the boardroom, my father and the elders were present. They kept talking about the alliance we had with the triplets and their father.
"Jonas, you're unusually quiet today," one of the elders said. "Do you have nothing to say about this alliance?"
I clenched my fists under the table. The mention of the triplets always made my blood boil. I despised even the sound of their names. Every time I thought of them near Brianna, my Brianna, it was like a knife stabbing into my chest. The image of them touching her, their hands roaming where only mine should have the right—it made me sick with rage.
"What's there to say?" I muttered, trying to keep my voice even. "It's just another alliance. Nothing more."
My father, seated at the head of the table, looked at me. His eyes were co
