Cinder
It’s hard to remember my life before Pike accepted me as his mate and the triplets came into the picture. Months have passed, and we live a comfortable family life in our cottage. We were even brave enough to hire a nanny—a young witch named Opal.
“No, put that down, Alice!”
Opal runs across the kitchen when my daughter uses magic for the second time in her life to lift all the items from the table. She laughs while doing it, oblivious to her nanny’s growing panic.
I giggle to myself. The boys seem to be hybrids, while Alice is more of a full-fledged fairy. I find it fascinating since they are triplets, yet so different.
“Good morning!”
I lift my coffee cup to my lips, smiling behind the rim of it, when my eyes land on my mate. Pike’s hair sticks out in every direction, and hi
