KATHERINE POV
*sixteen and a half years later*
If anyone had told me that I’d survive raising seven kids with four oversized, overprotective Alpha idiots, I would’ve laughed in their face. Then I probably would’ve fainted. And then maybe stabbed someone with a fork.
But here we were.
The Savage household had not only survived—it had multiplied, flourished, exploded. And today? Today it was exploding in glitter, balloons, and streamers.
Because my triplets—my deranged three miracles, my chaos incarnate, my gray hairs in human form—were turning sixteen.
Sixteen.
Six. Teen.
I had no idea how that happened. I swear I blinked and one day they were screaming newborns, then suddenly moody tweens who ate me out of house and home, and now… now they were about to blow out sixteen candles and
