Lakota I have had enough; if I have to put up with this for a minute longer, I am going to scream and maybe kill someone. The first one on my shitlist is that Mate of mine, and next is my Father; both of them have been a pain in my ass. I try to change my position on the couch, and Lance is there within seconds, a worried look on his face. "Baby, what is wrong?" He asks, and I am finally pushed to my limits. "Get the fuck away from me, Lance. I am pregnant, I am as big as a house, and very uncomfortable. I want these Pups out of me, right now." I yell at his face, and he tells me that he knows I am done with being pregnant, that he understands this one is heavier than the other two. I start crying as he talks to me; he is so damn sweet and understanding, and all I can do these days is yell at him. He pulls me onto his lap, one hand rubbing my belly and the other hand rubbing my lower back. He has been my rock through every pregnancy, and we had decided to give it one more try, one last pregnancy. After two boys, Lance and I were hoping for a girl, but when Alice told us we were going to have triplets, I think I forgot to ask about the gender. It took us a few days to get used to the idea that instead of one Pup we would have three Pups, and during our next appointment, she told us they were all girls; Lance is so excited about it. There is one downside to it though: I am huge and it is difficult to get comfortable. Alice thinks it will be a matter of days, and I hope she is right, because I hate this immobility. Cian and Quinn take care of everything on the other side of the mountain, and Lance and I take care of everything here, but I can't wait to be able to do my job myself again. "Mom, are you okay?" Bane, our oldest, asks, and Jude looks so sad as both of them look at me. "Yes, Sweetheart. I am fine; I am just tired, and your Sisters are not making things easy." I answer him, and Jude walks over to me, placing his head on my belly. "You girls shouldn't make Mom feel uncomfortable; she loves the three of you, and she will always love you. So, just be nice to Mom." He says, and I start crying again at his words, but it seems to work because the girls stop moving around. I sigh in relief, only to squeal when I feel my water break, and then I start laughing as I realize that I am on Lance's lap. Two hours later, our three girls are born, and for the first time in months, I feel like myself again. Bane and Jude follow their baby Sisters with their eyes, and I think that any male that ever shows an interest in them will have to answer to their Brothers; they will protect them with their lives. Dad walks in to take a look at his Granddaughters, and I ask him how Denali is doing; she is almost at the end of her fourth pregnancy. I don't know how she does it, because she has had multiples at every pregnancy. First two male Kittens, two female Pups after that, and then two male Pups. This one is a different story though; she is carrying six young this time. "She is doing fine; I think I am the one that is a nervous wreck. I don't know how she does it or how she is still able to look after our other youngsters. We have decided that this will be the last time; our family is complete, and we are going to enjoy watching them grow up." Dad says. There are bets on how many males and how many females, but I have a feeling she is having a mix of Pups and Kittens. Lance had laughed his ass off when I told him about my thoughts, but we know that it is possible. Josy and Jazzy have already proven that to us in the past, and I think that Denali will be the third Pack-member to have a mix. The next morning, I am back in my office going through some paperwork; for the next two weeks, I will stay within the mountains, and after that, I will take care of my own responsibilities again. Lara, one of our older Omegas, has become our nanny, and she looks after our Pups when Lance and I are working, but she knows she can always call us if our Pups need us. A knock on the door pulls my attention away from my paperwork, and I smile as I look at the giant in the doorway of my office. "Come in, Malik. What can I do for you?" I ask as he sits down. At nearly twenty years old, he still reminds me of the little boy I saw on Tychon's back, and he has become a force to be reckoned with. "Council-member Armas is at the diner; he arrived yesterday when you were busy putting the girls into this world." He says. "He has an assignment for me, but I might need some help pulling it off. A member of Night Shade Pack is in their dungeons, and even though he is a tiny bit shorter than me, we look similar. The Council hopes I can get into Night Shade Pack and gather evidence to arrest Calliope and her family, but it will mean I have to convince them I am as rotten to the core as they are. I think that I know how to sell it to them, but it means I need some help." He says before he explains his plans to me, and I understand why he came to me.