I felt the triplets' eyes on me the moment Damien and I stepped onto the combat grounds. Their collective attention hit me like a physical force—anger, jealousy, and possessiveness rolling through our bond in waves. Part of me hated how aware I was of them, even from across the training field.
"They're watching," Damien whispered, his breath warm against my ear. His hand tightened at my waist. "Time to put on a show they won't forget."
I stiffened slightly, uncomfortable with how close he stood. But the rational part of me remembered why I was playing along with his game. Every moment of this "arrangement" brought me closer to clearing my father's name. And if it tormented the triplets in the process? That was just a bonus I couldn't deny enjoying.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
Damien's smile was wickedly charming. "How about a little sparring match? Nothing gets an Alpha's blood pumping like watching his mate with a sword."
