Lief pov
No. It can't be. It can't be, can it?
I sit the three children on the couch and walk in front of them, examining and smelling them from a distance. They're dirty and need a bath, but more than that, it's clear they have my scent, my blood. How did this happen?
For a second, it crosses my mind to blame the doctor, who perhaps took a sample without consent. However, that doesn't explain why they're Raisa's children.
-They can't be Raisa's children, they're lying. It's clear to me that they are mine, but she...
"Raisa is our mother, we were born from her, Dean says angrily.
"And where is she?" he asked anxiously. "Is she alive?"
The idea that this is true makes my head spin, makes me feel like I'm about to explode. I have no memory of ever being with her, and there's no record of a human being able to
tolerate giving birth to a puppy.
Much less than three!
"We're not going to tell you about her. Just be content knowing we're her children," the girl says, her tone bitter.
"She looks too much like her," I think, scared.
"You have to tell them," Kevin demands. "If they don't talk, how do you expect us to believe you, kid?"
"Don't talk to him like that, unless you want to be coal in my fireplace," I threatened angrily.
-But, Alpha...
"Silence," I order and he nods.
"Why aren't you telling me anything?" I ask the three of them.
Looking at them is very difficult and painful, but I do it. I need to know what happened to her, to find meaning in my existence.
library
"Because it's not necessary," says Riven, one of the twins.
Both he and Dean have the same face, but their haircuts and attitudes are different.
Whoever was looking after them was very clever.
" have to know," I insist, putting my hands on his shoulders.
The boy doesn't complain, but he looks at me in fear, so I step back. It's the first time I've managed to control my strength in a moment of anxiety. It's a strange feeling, but I like it.
I like these three puppies, even though they seem determined to turn my world upside down.
"They'll end up telling me," I warn them. "They can't just demand their rights as children without a good explanation."
"There's no other explanation, Alpha Cruel" Dean snorts. "Or would you rather we call you
Cruel Daddy?"
The three of them giggle, which, while irritating, also fascinates me. How is it possible that she went from having fertility problems to having three puppies?
"Calling me by my name is enough for now," I mumble.
I don't really mind being called "Dad, but it feels a little strange. Besides, I don't think they
want to call each other that right off the bat.
"We'll tell you, Dad" the three of them say at the same time.
"Whatever you want," I mutter, as | sit down in my chair.
"No, we have to run the appropriate tests," Kevin chimes in, at whom I glare. "Alpha, you
can't take into account the first children who say..
No, of course I can't believe everything they tell me, but they wouldn't have been able to cross the territory if they didn't have my blood. Maybe they are your sister's children.
"They wouldn't smell like this, I murmur.
The triplets turn pale, which tells me they know who Eden is.
"He's going to pull our ears, Riven says, putting his hands to his ears.
"Wait, Eden had them?" I ask angrily, standing up. "What...?"
"Please don't punish her, the girl pleads, clasping her hands together. "She took good care of us. I didn't want to risk it, but we decided to run away."
I sink back into the chair. What's wrong with Eden? Why didn't she ever tell me?
"Eden's going to hear me" | mumble. "And she won't be able to escape this."
"Please, no!" the three of them shout, truly scared.
-Since when has she had them?
"Since we were four and showed up at her house, Dean explains. "We stayed with her in Kalynda for a while. Then we migrated to another city because the kingdom took over."
"Kalynda is a human city," I whisper, looking at Kevin, who is as puzzled as I am. "That's not...
"Aunt Eden lives in human cities. It's her way of protecting herself and us from what vou've done, Lunaire says, very seriously.
Their gaze pierces me as if I were looking at Raisa, which is extremely painful. I can't fully bear their presence, but at the same time I don't want to leave and see them disappear.
I have no idea how they were conceived but I won't rest until I find out, and above all, until I find their mother. If they speak so clearly about Raisa, it means she must have cared for them.