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A Life Together

Author: Mimi
last update publish date: 2026-08-20 17:22:52

The autumn came golden and slow.

The leaves turned, painting the forest in shades of red and orange and deep, burning gold. The air grew crisp, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and apples and the distant promise of winter. The pack gathered the harvest, stored the grain, prepared for the cold that would come. The fields were stripped, the cellars filled, the walls reinforced. There was work to be done, but there was also time. Time to sit by the fire. Time to tell stories. Time to be together.

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  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   A Life Together

    The autumn came golden and slow.The leaves turned, painting the forest in shades of red and orange and deep, burning gold. The air grew crisp, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and apples and the distant promise of winter. The pack gathered the harvest, stored the grain, prepared for the cold that would come. The fields were stripped, the cellars filled, the walls reinforced. There was work to be done, but there was also time. Time to sit by the fire. Time to tell stories. Time to be together.I spent my mornings in the nursery, watching Kaelen grow. He was a year old now, his grey eyes bright, his laughter loud. He walked on two legs and ran on four. He was a child of the pack, loved by all, protected by all. He followed his fathers everywhere, learning, watching, growing.Cassian taught him to fight. He would take him to the training yard, show him how to hold a wooden sword, how to stand, how to strike. His patience was endless, his voice steady. He was the father he had never had.

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Heirs to Blackwood

    The summer came fast and hot, as if the world was trying to make up for the long winter.The pack thrived. The children grew. The walls were repaired, the fields planted, the bonds deepened. The shadow was a memory. The king was a story told around the fire. The darkness that had once seemed eternal had been pushed back, and in its place, something new was growing. The pack was not just surviving. It was living.Kaelen was six months old when he first shifted.It happened in the nursery, in the middle of the night. I woke to the bond humming with a strange warmth, a new pulse that had not been there before. It was different from the bond I shared with Cassian, with Theron, with Lysander. It was softer, newer, more fragile. But it was unmistakable. Kaelen had awakened his wolf.Cassian was beside me in an instant, his grey eyes open, his hand reaching for his blade. His instincts were still those of a warrior, even in sleep."It is Kaelen," I said. "He is shifting."We ran to the nurse

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   A Son Is Born

    The spring came slowly, reluctantly, as if the winter was not ready to release its grip on the world. But it came. The snow melted, revealing the green shoots beneath. The river thawed, its waters rushing free. The birds returned, their songs filling the air with a joy that had been absent for months. The pack emerged from the manor, blinking in the warm light, their faces lifted toward the sun. The children ran through the courtyard, their laughter bright and carefree. The old wolves sat on the steps, their weathered faces turned toward the warmth. The warriors lowered their blades, their shoulders relaxing.And on the first day of true spring, I went into labor.Cassian was at my side before I could call his name. He had been in the training yard, his blade singing against Theron's, the clash of steel echoing off the ancient stones. But he had felt the shift in the bond—the sudden, sharp pain, the rush of heat, the unmistakable sign that our child was ready to enter the world. He dr

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   The Past Fades

    The voice did not speak again.But I felt it in the bond, a cold presence that had settled into the spaces between heartbeats. It was patient. It was watching. It was waiting for something I could not name. The cold thread pulsed beneath the warmth of the bond like an underground river beneath the frozen earth—present, patient, eternal. I could feel it when I woke in the morning, when I held Lysandra in my arms, when I sat with my mates by the fire in the evenings. It was always there. Always watching. Always waiting.The days passed. The snow continued to fall. The pack grew quieter, their voices hushed, their eyes darting to the shadows. They had felt the shift in the bond. They had felt the cold thread pulsing beneath the warmth. They did not know what it was, but they knew it was coming. The children stopped running in the corridors. The old wolves stopped telling stories by the fire. The warriors trained in silence, their blades singing, their eyes hollow. Even the Lycans, who ha

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   A Threat From Within

    The snow did not stop. It fell for days, then weeks, piling against the walls of Blackwood Manor, burying the paths, silencing the forest. The world outside was a blanket of white, muffled and still, as if the land itself was holding its breath. The trees bent under the weight of snow, their branches cracking and falling in the night with sounds like gunshots that echoed through the silent forest. The river froze solid, its waters trapped beneath a skin of ice thick enough to walk on. The wolves who patrolled the walls came back with frost in their fur and ice on their whiskers, their breath pluming in the cold air like smoke from dying fires. The pack grew restless. Cooped up inside, their wolves pacing beneath their skin, they snapped at each other over small things. A misplaced word. A too-loud laugh. The endless grey of the sky pressing down on them like a lid. The children ran wild through the corridors, their laughter too loud, their energy too much for the closed spaces. The

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   A Moment of Quiet

    The winter settled over Blackwood Manor like a soft white blanket.Snow fell day after day, covering the roofs, the walls, the graves behind the chapel, the cracks in the stone where the shadow wolves had clawed, the scars of the battle that had been fought and won, the memories of the blood that had been spilled, the echoes of the screams that had faded into silence. The world outside was silent, muffled, peaceful, as if the land itself was sleeping, healing, resting after centuries of war, after decades of fear, after months of bloodshed. The pack stayed inside, huddled around fires, telling stories, sleeping in piles of fur and blankets. The great hall was warm, the torches burning low, the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls, the scent of woodsmoke and pine filling the air, the sound of soft voices and gentle laughter echoing through the stone, the feeling of safety wrapping around them like a second skin. The nursery was warmest of all, filled with the sound of babies cry

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Dragged Back

    The torchlight cut through the darkness like a blade.I had seen humans before—in passing, on the edges of pack territory, their towns lit with electric lights that made the wolves uneasy. But I had never been this close to them. Never been seen.There were three of them. Men, broad-shouldered, the

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Escape Attempt

    The clearing went silent.My mother's body stood where Sigrid had left it—where the shadow had placed it. Her eyes were black, depthless, the same black that had filled Lorna's eyes before she crumbled to dust. But my mother's face was softer, more familiar. The shadow had chosen well. It knew exac

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Marcus’s Command

    The forest closed around us like a fist.We ran for hours, the trees pressing close, their branches reaching down like grasping fingers. The shadows deepened with each step, and the moon above was a pale, distant coin that offered no warmth. The watchers did not follow—not yet. They hung back at th

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Theron’s Rage

    The trees fell like dominoes.Not one by one. Dozens at once, ancient oaks and pines crashing to the earth in waves, their roots tearing up chunks of soil and stone. The sound was deafening—wood splitting, branches snapping, the ground shaking beneath our feet. Whatever was coming moved fast. Faste

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