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“We should celebrate victories more often,” Wayne says, still catching his breath.

I laugh, tired and thoroughly spent. “Ask me again tomorrow.”

Sinth presses a kiss to my temple. Chris pulls me closer against his chest. And I drift off surrounded by the three heartbeats that have become the whole of my world.

Epilogue - Charlize

Nine months later

These past few months have been the best I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. It’s exciting, peaceful, and full of adventures. The men and I have gotten much closer than I would’ve ever thought.

Our bond is stronger, our love seemingly getting newer every morning. I don’t know what exactly I’ve done to deserve such a happy and fulfilled life, but I am grateful.

Ironically, I’m grateful that my family sold me off to the traders when they did. It was a blessing in disguise—because what was supposed to break me ended up being the very thing that connected me to my fated mates.

As crazy as it sounds, if I ever went back in time, I wouldn’t change anything. Not a single thing. I’ve come to understand that everything that happened to me, every pain I ever had to endure, was part of fate’s grand scheme.

I had to go through all of that to become the version of myself that I am today.

This entire pregnancy period has been stress-free for me. I guess that’s the benefit of having three powerful men in your life who cherish and adore you. I never lack anything because they’re always there for me.

Their possessiveness of me has tripled since the baby bump became visible. They guide and protect me vehemently despite my protests that I’m not a fragile thing that would break if they’re not around.

These men have proven beyond reasonable doubt that I’m the center of their world. As they are mine.

***

The pain starts at dawn.

I know immediately what it means. Nine months of waiting, and now my body decides the waiting is over.

“Sinth.” My voice comes out tight, my breaths short and shallow. “I think it’s time.”

He’s beside me instantly, hand finding mine, steady the way he always is. “How far apart?”

“Close,” I groan. “Too close.”

He looks at me, confused, but doesn’t panic. Instead, he calls for help.

The midwives burst into the room like they’ve been on standby this whole time. They tell him to step aside, and he does, hands in his hair, that confusion spreading to other parts of his face.

“Breathe, my lady, breathe,” the lead midwife says, laying me flat on my back.

The pain coursing through me is unbearable, and I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls. Within seconds, the room is in total chaos; the midwives work quickly and efficiently to ensure I come down safely.

In the midst of my agony, I hear Chris’s voice asking Sinth for details of what’s happening.

“My lords, you need to exit the room, now!” the midwife says to them.

“No,” I say to her, too weak to speak louder. “Let them stay.”

“But my lady—”

“Let them stay!” I bark, tipping my head back to the pillows.

The midwife is positioned between my legs, urging me to push harder. My skin is damp with sweat, my heart racing in my heaving chest. I cry out so loudly my throat hurts.

My knuckles whiten as I clutch the sheets tightly, eyes squeezed shut in tremendous pain.