Elsa’s POV
They all think I’m finished. Ryan looks at me as though I’m some ghost that crawled out of his nightmares, and Amelia, sweet, golden Amelia, stands at his side as though she’s always belonged there. The triplets cling to her skirts like loyal little soldiers, glaring at me with their father’s stubborn eyes, but they forget something important. I was here first. I carried those children. I stood beside Ryan when he became Alpha. I bled, fought, and sacrificed long before Amelia stumbled into our lives. She thinks she’s won because she has his love now. After all, the children call her “mommy” with bright, adoring voices.
She’s only borrowed what’s mine, and I will take it back. I’ve realised something since my return: tears don’t move Ryan anymore. He doesn’t rush to comfort me
