A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs

{Elira}

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I swallowed and opened Lennon’s thread first.

Lennon (1st message, sent late morning):

"Hey, little mate. Have you settled in? Tell me everything. Don’t make me come find you."

My lips twitched despite myself. ’Typical Lennon.’ Playful, half-teasing, yet I could hear the genuine note under his words.

The next message came barely twenty minutes later:

"You must be at orientation now. Remember to smile, okay? ESA will love you... if they don’t, they’re blind."

A small warmth spread in my chest. No one had ever texted me like this before—checking in, caring whether I smiled.

I tapped open Rennon’s messages next. His words were softer, more measured, yet they made my throat tighten all the same.

Rennon (first message):