Escape with the Alpha's Triplets HEATHER I thought I would wake up in Ivik's arms. But when I opened my eyes, the other side of the bed was empty. I put my back against the headboard and curled the blanket around my sore body. Outside, the sun was already shining and its rays were sneaking into the room through the thick curtain. Ivik Clayton, my childhood best friend, was the son of Alpha Gregor of the Crimson Groove Pack, the largest wolf shifter territory here in Wyoming. On the other hand, I was the daughter of Alpha Gregor's warrior, who was killed in a pack war when I was a baby. A few days from now, Ivik will be proclaimed the new alpha of our pack. That's why I'm so happy for him because he deserves it so much. I'll be the first one to applaud, and the world will know how much we love each other. Ivik stood by the window, his muscles defined by the morning sun. His back was broad, and his long hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. He was wearing only boxer shorts, wi
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