Her Alphas.

Third person's pov.The hallway was already buzzing with excitement — graduation week, crowning ceremony, parties — all the things that meant nothing to Daphne Hathaway.She kept her eyes low, hugging her worn-out books to her chest as she slipped past lockers and laughing cliques. Whispers followed her like shadows. They always did.“Still ugly, Hathaway?” “She smells like rogue blood.” “Why does she even come to school?”She ignored it. She always did.Even now, even after her skin had cleared, after the strange, scaly patches that once covered her cheeks and arms vanished a year ago, they still saw her as the girl she used to be. Ugly. Unwanted. Untouched.And it was mostly thanks to them.The triplets.Jaxon. Maddox. Kyren.Graduating Alphas. Next in line to rule the Moonstone Pack.They were everything she wasn’t — tall, lethal, unnaturally beautiful, and adored.Jaxon, with his quiet, razor-sharp presence that made even teachers nervous. Maddox, cocky and cruel, the one wh

I walked into school the next morning expecting chaos. I mean — the pre-coronation party? My sudden not-so-hideous face? The black shimmering dress that basically broke the room? The way Maddox flirted with me like he hadn’t spent years calling me swamp creature? Yeah. I expected drama. But… nope. They ignored me. Just like before. Mocking whispers floated around like always — something about rogue trash sneaking into a royal event. I even caught one girl snickering, “She probably stole that dress.” The audacity. I didn’t respond, though. Didn’t flinch. Just kept walking, like I didn’t hear a damn thing. Let them talk. But the triplets? They didn’t say anything either. They just stared. Jaxon. Maddox. Kyren. All of them. Jaxon leaning against his locker, Maddox lounging on the stair rail like it was a throne, Kyren in the hall, arms crossed, eyes on me like I was a puzzle they suddenly couldn’t solve. Not a word. Not a smirk. Just… silence. And intense, lingering sta

The ballroom was suffocating. Not from heat or bodies or even nerves — but from the weight in my chest. The pressure building. I’d barely walked in when I felt it. A shift. Something wrong and right at the same time. The anxiety was clawing at my chest. My mate was here somewhere and I wasn't ready for rejection. No matter how Tessa and Naomi comforted and tried convincing me that my fated man wouldn't reject me, the thought of rejection still claws at me. Just the thought of it has my wolf whimpering. Tessa and Naomi peeled off to greet a group of richly dressed elders, laughing and tossing me a wink as I wandered toward the far side of the hall. That’s when it hit me. The scent. Three of them. Layered. Intoxicating. One was dark spice and pinewood — sharp and commanding. Another was cinnamon and wildfire — quiet untamed. The third? Cool rain and smoke — reckless but intense. They wrapped around me like invisible threads, pulling. Whispering. I closed my eyes as sighed i

Daphne’s POVMy heels clacked violently against the marble floor, heart thundering louder than the music behind me. The scent was still wrapped around my senses like a curse — three scents, all different, all intoxicating. Earthy pine. Rain-drenched smoke. Warm cinnamon.I didn’t want to think about it. But it's all I could think about.Didn’t want to know what it meant. But I already knewMate... or should I say mates.My chest squeezed so tight I thought I might pass out.I turned the corner sharply—and crashed into two very expensive perfume clouds.“Daph—whoa!” Naomi caught my shoulders.“Girl, why are you running like someone set your hair on fire?” Tessa asked, brushing a strand from my face. “Your makeup’s still flawless, don’t worry.”I blinked at them, dazed. Their words blurred into each other, my mind spinning and breath coming in short, shaky gasps.They were still looking at me — the other guests.Eyes full of confusion.Curiosity.Judgment.And worse — the usual mockin

I had gone back to the ballroom and instantly regretted it but I couldn't leave because Tessa and Naomi practically clung to me cause they thought I'd run off again. The ballroom felt like it was closing in on me. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but it all sounded distant—like I was hearing it through a tunnel. I stood between Naomi and Tessa, trying to keep my breathing calm. Trying to blend in. Trying not to look across the room… but failing. Because I could feel their eyes on me. Still and Unrelenting. They hadn't moved from their spot since we all... talked. Three of them looking like hotshot models while staring straight at me. White button-downs clinging to their bodies like they were sewn onto their skin, Maddox's tie slightly crooked, Kyren jacket forgotten, Jaxon's hair damp from probably washing his face. All staring. No smirks. No jeers. Just that look. Like they knew me. Like they wanted me... like they yearned for me. And Goddess help me, I hat