I couldn’t stop watching them.
The triplets had been in the guest house for two weeks, and every day felt like walking a tightrope between restraint and instinct. My wolf knew the second I saw that photo. Now, every time I stepped onto the lawn or passed the cottage windows, the certainty grew sharper. Those gray eyes. The way Jaden’s brow furrowed when he concentrated, just like mine when I was studying game tape. Jasmine’s quiet laugh that turned into a full giggle when she won at anything. Jamin’s stubborn silence until he decided to trust you—then the flood of questions. They were mine. I felt it in my bones, in the pull that went beyond the mate bond with Amelia. This was paternal. Primal.
I started small. Storytime after dinner one evening when Amelia was on a client call. She’d he
