Wren
Three husbands. Three unborn pups. Maren was right about the Goddess's efficiency, and she was also right, as she observed from her armchair with unbearable satisfaction, that "the poor girl is now outnumbered six to one."
Here is what no one tells you about being pregnant with triplets while triple-bonded: everyone feels everything. The morning sickness, in the seventh week, hit all four of us. I want that recorded for history. I was ill for ten minutes at dawn, and down the threads, in three separate parts of the territory, an Alpha paused a border briefing to breathe carefully, a Beta set down his tea with great precision, and Caius, leading a tracking lesson, turned gray in front of twelve students and had to sit on a log. Lucien documented it, of course. Sympathetic resonance v
