“You have three mates, love,” Arkan points out, grinning. “Your body is designed to carry pups from all of us.”
I process this. Pregnant with multiples. Showing in weeks. Giving birth in months.
“That’s… fast.”
“We’ll be with you every step,” Baylin promises. “We’ll protect you. Provide for you. Make sure you and the pups are safe. Always.”
I feel their fierce protectiveness.
“I know,” I say softly. “I trust you.”
That makes all three of them purr with satisfaction.
After the bath, they carry me back to bed, and surrounded by my wolves, carrying their pups, bonded and claimed and completely theirs, I realize something.
I’m not the Evil Queen anymore. Haven’t been since the moment Callum scented me in the throne room.
I’m just Hilda. An omega with her pack. A woman who’s finally found where she belongs.
“I love you,” I whisper. “
“Love you too, omega,” Callum says.
“Always,” Arkan adds.
“Forever,” Baylin finishes.
Callum’s hand joins Arkan’s and Baylin’s on my stomach, all three of them touching where our pups grow.
“Our family,” Callum murmurs.
“Our pack,” Arkan says.
“Ours,” Baylin states simply.
“Ours,” I agree.
And then, because they’re insatiable and I’m theirs, they start touching me in different ways. Less reverent, more hungry.
“Again?” I ask, even though I’m already getting wet.
“Always,” Callum says, moving between my thighs with a wicked grin.
Twelve
The Mirror
Centuries of existence have taught me that mortals are predictable. Fragile. So easily broken with the right words whispered at the right time.
And Hilda… my beautiful, bitter queen… she wasminefor so long.
Years I spent cultivating her loneliness. Feeding her insecurity. Turning her rage inward until she became exactly what I needed…a perfect vessel of vanity and spite.
“Snow White is fairest,”I would tell her, watching the light die in her eyes a little more each time.“You’re not enough. You’ll never be enough.”
Delicious.
But then they came.
