Chapter 117

• Rose’s POV
• “Your mates?” Laura echoed, her voice cracking with disbelief. Her eyes were so wide they could have swallowed the world. Before I could respond, the heavy creak of the pack house door filled the silence, and my father stepped out, followed closely by his beta, Marcel.
• The moment my father’s gaze fell on the four identical men standing beside me, his entire expression froze—jaw tightening, brows furrowing. Marcel looked no less shocked, his usually calm composure faltering as he blinked between Kavian and the other three like his mind was struggling to piece together what he was seeing.