Emma's POV "Guys, we need to talk," I said, sitting down with my triplets, Lucien, Rosaline, and Camilla."What's up, Mum?" Lucien asked, looking curious."It's about your father," I said, taking a deep breath.Rosaline's eyes widened. "We have a father?"I nodded. "Yes, you do. His name is Gabe, and he's a good man."Camilla's face lit up. "Tell us more!"I smiled. "Well, Gabe and I met a long time ago, and we... um... fell in love. But we lost touch, and I didn't know how to find him. But now he's back, and he wants to be a part of your lives."Lucien's eyes narrowed. "Why did he leave in the first place?"I sighed. "It's complicated, sweetie. But he's sorry for leaving, and he wants to make it up to you all."Rosaline asked, "What's he like?""He's kind, funny, and smart. You'll really like him," I said, smiling.Camilla asked, "Does he have a job?""Yes, he does. He's the Alpha," I replied.Lucien asked, "Can we meet him?"I nodded. "Soon, I promise. But first, I want to make sur
Gabe's POV As I watched Emma follow the kids outside, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was already failing. The kids seemed hesitant around me, and Lucien's skepticism was palpable. I wondered if they would ever truly accept me as their father.As I stood there, lost in thought, I couldn't help but think that this was all a mistake. The kids would never fully accept me, and they would choose to go back to New York with their mother. The thought stung, and I felt a pang of regret for inserting myself into their lives.I glanced out the window, watching as Emma laughed and played with the kids. They seemed so happy together, and I felt like an outsider looking in. Maybe I was fooling myself to think I could ever be a part of this family.I sighed, feeling a sense of doubt wash over me. Was I really doing the right thing? Or was I just setting myself up for heartache?I shook my head, chuckling wryly to myself. Instead of sulking, I should focus on the time I have with Emma. I should
Gabe's POV Today's the day. The day the kids will finally make their choice. The day they'll decide whether they want me to stay or go.I know what they'll choose. I can feel it in my bones. They'll choose to leave, to go back to New York with their mother. I don't blame them. I've been a stranger to them for so long, a ghostly figure hovering on the edges of their lives.I've tried to connect with them, to be a part of their world, but it's clear I don't belong. They're a tight-knit unit, a family of three, and I'm just an interloper, a disruptor.I'll keep my thoughts to myself, though. I won't burden them with my doubts and fears. I'll just smile and pretend, pretend that I'm confident, that I know they'll choose me.But deep down, I know the truth. They'll choose to leave, and I'll be left here, alone, wondering what could have been.I take a deep breath and head downstairs, trying to prepare myself for the inevitable.I push aside my doubts and decide to make the most of the tim
Emma's POV I'm still in shock as I guide the kids back inside, my mind reeling with their sudden decision to stay with Gabe. I didn't see it coming, didn't think they'd ever choose him over me.But as I look at their faces, I see the determination and excitement there, and my heart swells with happiness. They want to stay with their father, and that's what matters most.I take a deep breath, trying to process my emotions. I'm happy for them, happy that they've found a connection with Gabe. But a part of me is still scared, still worried that he'll let them down again.As we walk into the kitchen, Gabe is standing there, his eyes fixed on us. He looks like he's in shock too, like he can't believe his luck.I smile at him, trying to reassure him. "They want to stay with you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.Gabe nods, his eyes filling with tears. "Thank you," he says, his voice gruff with emotion. "Thank you for giving me a second chance."I nod, feeling a sense of peace wash o
Gabe's POV I'm lying in bed, trying to sleep, but my mind is racing. I can hear footsteps outside my room, up and down the stairs, back and forth. At first, I think it's just the kids getting a glass of water or something, but then I hear it again, and again.My instincts start to kick in, and I feel a surge of protectiveness. I throw off the covers and get out of bed, trying to be quiet as I make my way to the door.I slowly turn the handle and peer out into the hallway. The coast is clear. I can see Emma's shadowy figure moving around downstairs, but everything seems fine.I breathe a sigh of relief and rub my eyes. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe it's just Emma making sure the kids are okay.I go back to bed, trying to shake off the feeling of unease. But I can't shake the feeling that something's off. I lie there, listening to the creaks and groans of the house, my ears straining for any sign of trouble.But everything is quiet. The footsteps have stopped, and the house is s
Emma's POVI couldn't shake off the feeling that the kids were slowly drifting away from me. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but the signs were becoming harder to ignore. Lucien would often suggest they give me space, saying "Maybe we should get to know dad a little better, let's leave mom alone for a bit." Rosaline would claim she needed quiet time to read her novel, but I'd catch her scrolling through her phone instead. And Camilla... oh, Camilla would just laugh and vanish into thin air, leaving me wondering what I'd done wrong.It started with little things. They'd forget to include me in their plans, or "accidentally" leave me out of their conversations. I felt like I was losing my connection with them, like I was becoming an outsider in my own family.One day, I decided to confront Lucien about it. "Hey, sweetie, can we talk?" I asked, trying to sound casual.He looked up from his book, a hint of wariness in his eyes. "What's up, mom?""It's just... I feel like y
Emma's POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after spending quality time with Gabe. I got the kids ready for school, making sure they had everything they needed for the day.As we were about to leave, Camilla spoke up, "Mom, can I talk to you for a minute?""Of course, sweetie, what's up?" I replied.Camilla hesitated, looking at her siblings before speaking. "We've been talking, and we think it would be better if dad took us to school from now on."I was taken aback, not expecting this. "What? Why do you think that?"Lucien and Rosaline nodded in agreement, and Camilla continued, "We just think it would be more fun with dad, and you can have some time to yourself."I was surprised, but also a little hurt. Didn't they want to spend time with me anymore?Just then, Gabe walked into the room, overhearing the conversation. His face lit up with a shocked and happy expression. "Really, kids? You want me to take you to school?"The triplets nodded in unison, and
Carly's POVI couldn't help but giggle as Luca and I pulled away from each other, our lips swollen from the intense makeout session. We were hiding in my room, trying to keep our budding relationship a secret from the rest of the pack.But as we caught our breath, I heard the unmistakable sound of shattering glass. My heart sank as I realized we had accidentally knocked over a vase, and it had fallen to the floor."Oops," Luca whispered, his eyes sparkling with mischief.I rolled my eyes, trying to stifle a laugh. "Great, just what we need. Emma's going to kill us."Sure enough, I heard Emma's voice outside my door, asking if everything was okay. Luca and I exchanged a nervous glance, both of us thinking the same thing: had we been caught?We both froze, holding our breath as Emma hesitated outside the door. For a moment, it seemed like she might come in, but then she seemed to think better of it and walked away.Luca and I let out a sigh of relief, looking at each other like we were