Willow’s POV

The door clicked shut behind me, and silence settled over my apartment as I let out a deep, shaky breath. After the gala, my nerves were still buzzing with a blend of anger and disbelief. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped, cornered, and all thanks to the triplets. They had the nerve to make an appearance at an event I was attending, and not only that, they turned it into a spectacle that practically screamed “territorial.” But I wasn’t their territory. I ...