Alone with the Triplets

Emily The car ride home from the wedding was a blur of exhaustion and leftover adrenaline. I found myself sandwiched between Luca and Logan in the backseat, while Leo drove. The familiar scent of pine and musk surrounded me, and I had to fight the urge to lean into their warmth. As we pulled up to the pack house, a realization hit me like a ton of bricks. With Mom and Alpha Christ off on their honeymoon, I'd be spending the next month alone with the triplets. Holy crap. This was the first time we'd be alone together for an extended period since the whole mate bond fiasco. My heart started racing, and I prayed to the Moon Goddess that the boys couldn't hear it. "Home sweet home," Leo announced as we stepped inside. I tried to act nonchalant, like the thought of being alone with them didn't make my insides twist into knots. "So, um, what's the plan? Are we ordering pizza or something?" Logan chuckled. "Always thinking with your stomach, eh, Em?" I rolled my eyes, grateful for the familia