••• Arabella’s POV •••

I opened my eyes and instantly knew where I was based on the disinfectant smell and the furniture inside the room.

“Max...” I called my mate, who was busy looking at his phone with one hand while his other hand was caressing my belly.

His head jerked up, and his dark, intense eyes looked at me as he placed his phone aside.

His now free hand held mine. “You’re awake,” his voice was calm, deep, and smooth.

But...

Why did I feel that he was angry?

“Umm, Max... Are you angry?” I asked hesitantly.

“The triplets are fine,” he said, not answering my question, which only...