Xayden’s POV
“Stop harassing your dad,” I scolded the nine overgrown pups who would not stop fighting over a trivial thing. They wanted to be the first to climb my wolf’s back. These ten year olds were going to make me go grey prematurely.
At times like these, I wished I had produced nine daughters instead of nine sons. Daughters were a lot more well behaved, stronger, better focused and at least not barbaric like these nine satanic sons of mine.
“Dad, I was the first to come !” The youngest wailed.
The nine of them were three sets of triplets and the final ones were the most feisty. Just like their beta dad. The other six were victims to the youngest set of triplets’ pranks most of the times but all the nine were relentless fighters who won’t stop till the house was destroyed with the
