I watched the family drama unfold before me like a twisted play. Lord Alaric Nightwing's face was crimson with rage as he stormed into the dining room, his powerful Alpha aura filling the space with tension so thick I could barely breathe.
"Is it true?" he demanded, his voice booming as he confronted his sons. "You've refused to mark Lilith to save your own pups?"
The triplets stood their ground, though I could see the conflict in their eyes. It was Orion who spoke first, his voice steady despite his father's fury.
"Yes, it's true. And we stand by our decision."
Lord Alaric slammed his fist on the table, making the silverware jump. "Have I raised such selfish sons? Those are your children! Your blood!"
"They're also Lilith's," Ronan countered, his blue eyes—so similar to my own—flashing with determination. "The same woman who tried to have Seraphina sold to traffickers. The same woman who's manipulated and schemed against our mate for years."
