Kaya's POV.

"Has anyone never been mated to three werewolves before?" I ask Luna Olivia, and she tsks in disagreement right before she glances at my reflection through the mirror.

Olivia begins with a laugh, which results in a fixation of cease on the skin of my forehead. "Truth be told, a fidelity of love you are. I may be a Luna, but I learn a lot from you. I, for one, would have rejected three mates. It'd be a fucking confusion for me."

She isn't being offensive, though. For the past few hours, we have been having a conversation about how I manage to accept the triplets, but for...