Kaelen lunged forward, grabbing Lilith by the arm. His green eyes blazed with fury as he yanked her closer, not caring about the frightened gasp that escaped her lips.
"You're lying," he snarled, his fingers digging into her skin. "There's no way you're pregnant with our pups."
Lilith's chin jutted out defiantly despite her position. "The healer confirmed it. I lost one, but two remain. Why would I lie about something so easily proven?"
"Because lying is what you do best," Ronan spat, stepping beside his brother. His usual charming demeanor had vanished, replaced by cold contempt.
"Three months," Lilith said, her voice gaining confidence as she met each triplet's gaze in turn. "I'm three months along. You know what that means."
The room fell silent. I stood frozen, watching as realization dawned on the triplets' faces. Three months. The timing aligned perfectly with their wedding night—the night they'd chosen Lilith over me, their mate.
