<h4>Chapter 322: Bombshell After Bombshell</h4>


    <strong>Evaline:</strong>


    The moment River and I turned our heads, a smile immediately formed on my lips.


    Draven had just stepped into the living room, brushing snowkes from his messy dark hair. His eyes glimmered with something between amusement and mischief, a smile tugging at his lips as if he had caught us in the middle of something scandalous.


    "Draven."


    The mischievous glint softened into warmth as his stride quickened toward me. He shrugged out of his long coat, the fabric heavy with snow, and carelessly tossed it onto the couch before pulling me into his arms.


    The sudden chill from his snow-soaked clothes made me squeal. "Ah! Cold!" I tried wriggling out of his embrace, but his arms only tightened around me.


    "Nope," he murmured against my hair, his voice low and unyielding. "You are not going anywhere. Do you know how badly I missed youst night?"


    I froze for a moment, torn betweenughter and embarrassment. His words held a weight I didn’t expect, and my heart twisted in response. Before I could react, Draven peeked at River from over my shoulder and spoke.


    "Don’t expect me to make that kind of sacrifice again," he teased, his voice light but edged with a hint of truth. "Last night was a one-time exception."


    River looked unbothered, but he still inclined his head with thatposed grace of his. "I wouldn’t ask again. Thank you." His gaze shifted to me, lingering with that quiet warmth that made my chest ache. "I need to leave now."


    My lips parted, disappointment rising before I could hold it back. But he was already grabbing his phone from the coffee table. Onest lingering look, so full of meaning it made my heart stumble, and then he was gone.


    And suddenly, it was just me and Draven.


    I wriggled free from his hold atst, swatting lightly at his chest. "You are freezing! Couldn’t you at least shake off the snow before hugging me?"


    He grinned, utterly unapologetic. "Sorry," he said, though the amusement in his voice betrayed him. Leaning down, he pressed a warm kiss to my cheek, melting the remnants of my protest.


    I huffed, but the corners of my lips curved despite myself.


    Both our stomachs grumbled almost at the same time, and we burst intoughter. So together, we made our way to the dining hall for ate breakfast.


    After eating until we were bothfortably full, Draven excused himself to shower. I stayed behind in the living room, sinking into the couch with a book in my hands, titled - The Journey of Motherhood. My fingers traced the pages absently as I tried to absorb the words. I wanted to prepare, to understand what wasing.


    It was then that someone stepped into the living room again.


    Oscar.


    Unlike Draven’s icy arrival, Oscar radiated warmth as soon as he stepped inside. He tugged off his coat and jacket, shaking out his hair, and before I could even stand, he was crossing the room in long strides. His arms wrapped around me, firm and grounding, and I melted into him without hesitation.


    The familiar warmth of him seeped into me. I pressed my cheek against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, and I sighed softly.


    "You are warm," I murmured.


    His chuckle rumbled against me. "And you are hot. Guess that means we fit just right."


    I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me again.


    Momentster, Draven reappeared, his damp hair clinging to his forehead and a fresh sweatee clinging to his frame. With the three of us gathered together, the couch became our haven. I nestled against Oscar’s chest, my head rising and falling with each breath he took, while Draven imed the space at my feet. He tugged them into hisp and began massaging gently, his strong fingers kneading away the tension I didn’t even realize I carried.


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    I sighed in contentment.


    My hand drifted back to the book on myp, and curiosity pulled me back into the words. I flipped another page, skimming through the advice, but it was Oscar’s voice that pulled me from my focus.


    "What are you reading?" His chin rested lightly on top of my head, his voice low and curious.


    "About motherhood," I admitted softly, almost sheepishly.


    That single word - motherhood - seemed to ripple through him. His chest stiffened beneath me for a moment before rxing again. Then, with sudden decisiveness, he said, "We should start shopping."


    I blinked up at him. "Shopping?"


    "For the baby." His voice was steady, certain. "Clothes, nkets, everything. We can’t wait too long."


    The realization struck me like a wave. I hadn’t bought a single thing. I hadn’t even thought about it. My heart thudded as guilt and excitement tangled inside me.


    Draven leaned back, nodding in agreement. "He’s right. And it’s not just about shopping. We also need to set up the nursery."


    The word hit me differently than it should have - nursery. My baby would have a room here, in this sprawling mansion. With them. My mates.


    The thought filled me with such warmth that tears threatened to prick my eyes. This... this was my baby’s future.


    We soon got lost in the details, making ns about lists and colors and furniture, when another person joined us.


    "Kieran," Oscar murmured before I even looked.


    My head shot up. There he was - broad-shouldered, snow dusting his blonde hair, his expression neutral as his gaze flicked between us.


    And then he spoke.


    "For whose baby are you nning all this shopping?"


    My world froze.


    My heart hammered in my chest, and panic wed up my throat. This was it. The moment. The truth poised on the edge of revtion. I should have felt relieved, but instead, dread twisted inside me, sharp and merciless.


    Before I could open my mouth, Oscar’s voice broke the silence.


    "I’m ready to introduce my mate to you, Kieran."


    I whipped my head toward him, my breath stuck in my lungs.


    Kieran’s brows lifted, surprise shing across his face. Slowly, a smile tugged at his lips. "Really? That’s... good news. Invite her for dinner. I would like to meet her. All of us would."


    But before I could even breathe, Draven’s voice cut in. "I found my mate too."


    Kieran’s expression shifted to shock. "You-what?"


    "And River as well," Draven added casually, as though dropping the world’s heaviest stone.


    Kieran blinked, visibly struggling to process the information. "You mean to tell me that... not one, not two, but all three of you have found your mates?"


    "Yes," they answered almost in unison.


    And then, as if the ground beneath me had dissolved, both Oscar and Draven’s arms reached out, wrapping around me. They drew me into their embrace, holding me close, as they announced proudly...


    "She’s our mate, brother."


    My lips parted, my lungs straining for air, but nothing came out.


    To make it painfully clear, Oscar’s voice rang with conviction. "Eva is mated to River, Draven, and me. All three of us."


    The room spun.


    And then Draven, with no hesitation, added the final blow.


    "And there’s one more happy news... she’s pregnant with our child."