Maya’s POV
“Zay-Zay.”
“Zay-Zay.”
“Zay-Zay.”
The triplets were at it again—giggling and crawling at full speed, their tiny paws slapping the stone floor like a coordinated army of chaos.
I nearly died from second-hand embarrassment when one pup latched onto Zane’s pant leg… and then another. The third, not to be outdone, launched into the middle and clung to both legs like a baby gorilla.
Then—whoosh—the sound of dignity slipping away.
Zane’s expensive slacks hit the floor in a tragic heap.
Carl collapsed into laughter.
I nearly melted into the tiles and evaporated.
I sharply turned around and warm arms engulfed me in their chest, laughs erupting while I dug my face in the lycan king’s chest.
“Sebastian,” Zane growled out, deep and dangerous, clearly knowing who taught the pups n
