The room was dark and smoky. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes was thick in the air. Ronan, Soren, and Kieran sat on old leather couches, placing a lited cigar between their lips, giving it a long drag and puffing it in the air.

 

 

Their hearts was still pounding slightly from everything that had happened and most importantly, they could feel Lena's restlessness inside them. But having her here—just a few rooms away—gave them the assurance that they were safe, at least for now.

 

 

The triplet Alphas had been through a lot lately, and tonight, they just wanted to relax. 

 

 

Ronan raised his glass in a toast. "To forget our...