Thirty

Brielle and her anxious entourage followed Arlen in hast as he led them to the King’s office. Arlen continued to send Brielle reassuring smiles as she caught his eye, but he wasn’t too confident on what she was about to walk into.

He gently knocked on the white, wooden door that separated them and his parents, and awkwardly pressed his lips together as they waited for a response.

“Come in.” King Nathaniel called out, before Arlen swung open the door for Brielle and motioned for her to go in, to which she apprehensively did.

The Queen sat behind the large glass desk, with her husband closely beside her, remaining silent as Brielle entered.

The corners of the Queen’s lips turned upright as she watched the triplets sheepishly follow behind the young Alpha. “I didn’t realise you were all called Brielle.” She grinned at the protective trio.

They each glanced at one another, waiting for one of them to respond to the Queen’s remark. Between awkward head scratches and widened eyes, none of th