Rejected, Then Wanted by My Triplet Alphas
Blurb
Three sentences. That is all it took for the Kane triplets to destroy me in front of the whole pack.
“I reject you,” said Dorian, cold as the snow outside.
“Go find a mop to bond with,” laughed Cassian, playing to the crowd.
And Lucian, the only one who ever called me by my name, closed his eyes and whispered, “I reject you too.”
For nine years I was Neva Frost, the charity girl. The servant who scrubbed their floors and swallowed her pride to work off a debt that was never mine. I was going to leave the day I turned eighteen. Then I shifted at midnight, the mate bond snapped into place, and the whole pack learned the cruelest joke the Moon Goddess ever told. My fated mates were the three Alphas who hated me most.
They rejected me before their entire pack. So I ran into the dark. And in that dark, a masked stranger held me like I was worth something, just once, before dawn took him away.
I told myself I would bury that night forever.
But now there are two lines on a test I hid at the bottom of a bin. Now the debt keeps me caged in the one house I need to flee. And now, at the edge of the territory with my bag in my hands and freedom five steps away, the youngest Alpha is staring at my stomach with the truth breaking across his face.
The masked stranger was one of them.
And all three of them just stepped out of the trees.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5Neva’s POVDorian’s office had been his father’s a month ago. It still smelled of old leather and cold authority, and now it smelled of him too, coffee and dark cocoa, the scent I had breathed in the snow six weeks ago and could not stop breathing since.I stood in front of his desk with my hands folded and my face blank, the way I had stood in front of this family my whole life.“Shut the door,” he said.I shut it. My heart was slamming so hard I was sure he could hear it.Dorian did not sit. He came around the desk and leaned against it, arms crossed, studying me with those pale, unreadable eyes. For a long moment he said nothing, and the silence stretched until it hurt.“The masked girl,” he said finally. “In the blue dress. The one who left through the north doors after the party.”“I already told Cassian. I don’t know who she was.”“You were the only person in that hall in a blue dress.”The floor dropped away beneath me. I kept my face still through sheer force of will, nine yea
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 4Neva’s POVTwo lines. I stared at them until they blurred, and then I made myself stop, because a girl who cries in a locked bathroom is still a girl who has to walk out of it and cook breakfast.I wrapped the test in tissue, buried it at the bottom of the kitchen bin under the morning’s eggshells, and washed my face in cold water. In the cracked mirror I looked exactly like the charity girl I had been yesterday. Nothing showed. Nothing had to show. It only had to stay hidden for seven months, until my debt cleared and I could vanish.Except seven months was suddenly a very long time to hide a thing that grows.I did the math with shaking hands while the bacon spat in the pan. If I left the day my debt cleared, I would be far along by then, too far to travel easy, too far to start over clean in a new town with no name and no money. The plan I had clung to for nine years did not fit around a baby.I needed to leave sooner. I needed money I did not have. And I needed to make sure that n
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 3Neva’s POVI should have run. I did not.The masked man stood in the moonlight outside the old lodge, tall and broad and still, and every raw and severed nerve in my body turned toward him at once. His scent reached me through the cold, and my breath caught, because it was one of them. I knew that much. One of the three threads that had been torn out of me an hour ago was standing in front of me now, wearing a black mask, saying nothing.But the bond was broken. Cut clean. And with it gone, I could not tell whose scent this was anymore. The mating pull that would have named him had been ripped away by his own mouth, or his brother’s, or his brother’s. All that was left was a man in the dark and a girl who had nothing left to lose.“You followed me,” I said.“I did.” His voice was low, roughened, deliberately muffled behind the mask. He did not want to be known any more than I did. Two masked strangers in the snow, both pretending to be someone else. “You should not be out here alone.
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 2Neva’s POVThe mask changed everything.Mara and Tess had kept their side of the bargain. The dress was deep midnight blue, the mask silver lace across my eyes, my pale hair loose in soft curls for once instead of knotted out of reach. I looked in Tess’s mirror and did not know the girl looking back. She was not the charity girl. She was someone who belonged.They dropped me at the edge of the pack lands and sped off to the party ahead of me, giggling, already forgetting I existed. I did not mind. For a few hours I did not want to be remembered. I wanted to be no one, which in Nightpine is the closest thing to being free.I stood in the snow a moment before I went in, and I let myself think of my parents.They went rogue when I was nine and never came back, and everyone here calls them the reason I owe a debt. But before the drugs, before the leaving, they had loved me. They made every birthday special no matter how little we had. They were mates, deeply and truly, and when I was smal
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 1Neva’s POVTomorrow I turn eighteen, and I am cursed to share the day with the three wolves who have made my life a misery.In Nightpine Pack, no one remembers my birthday. They remember the Kane triplets. Dorian, Cassian, and Lucian, the pride of the whole pack, born on the eleventh of November just like me, except the whole world stops for their day and no one has ever once stopped for mine. Tomorrow they turn twenty-one and ascend as our new Alphas. Tomorrow I turn eighteen and shift for the first time. Only one of those things matters to anyone here.I slid out of my cot before sunrise, the way I do every morning. My room is a converted storage closet off the kitchen. The shelf above my head still holds the spare cleaning supplies, because the girl who scrubs this pack house should sleep near her mop.I was nine when my parents went rogue and vanished, leaving nothing behind but a mountain of debt. The Kanes took me in the way you take in a stray you intend to make useful. Food, a
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
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