I Belong To The Lycan Triplets

XANNON: Present Day. “Uncle, do you enjoy having your cock sucked?” Xaden asks Damek Beverion, the Lycan King of the Vale, which is the capital of Evencrest city. My brother seldom has a filter, and sometimes, he lacks a working brain. We are far from home, being housed by the Red Dawn pack. After someone attacked and killed our father in Crowngate city, we fled before it was too late. They may not have finished off the Beverions of the Silent Winter pack, but they will return to end what they’ve started. And we don’t even know who the enemy is. Yet. I clear my throat. “Excuse Xaden, Uncle. He’s had a long month since we left Crowngate, grieving.” Xaden scoffs, curling his lips into a mocking smile, but he stays silent. I’m glad his brain boots again and reminds him of whose roof houses us now. In a few moments, I will realise I spoke too soon about my brother. “No, it’s alright.” Alpha Damek chuckles in his seat on the long table while his servants serve breakfast. “What man

MAE: Ivan Holden hands me his family’s crest. Dragon fire. Only the most influential families in Solantis own crests. I’ve never had one. Kira Reane didn’t have one, either. We've never been amongst the cream of the crop. Our social ranks are far below average, even the town we live in is known to house the lowest grades of people. I would have never imagined before now that I would step foot in the Vale, which is the home of top-tier individuals. The idea of Crests began thousands of years ago after all supernaturals united under the umbrella of Solantis at the end of the great war. That's as far as my knowledge of our history went, but at least, I've painted a clear picture of the life I've lived for you. Also, I realise the Holdens aren’t done with me after dinner at the Vale. They’ve made another offer. If I want Kira back, I have to sign up for the Starweaver Academy, and to do that, I must identify as Alpha Ivan’s daughter before all of Solantis and not just the Beverions of

MAE: Me?! All eyes in the court fix on me. Murmurings spring up around me. They are hungry to see my next move. Everything depends on the choice I’m about to make. However, I’m no fighter. I don’t even belong here. I stand, thinking of how Xannon’s last name rings a damned bell, but the only other Beverions I know are House Crow; the Silent Winter Alpha, my betrothed, and his beta, Wade Beverion. But there’s also the Lycan King Damek. He’s the Red Dawn Alpha and his crest is a Raven. His last name starts with a ‘b’ and ends with a fucking ‘n’. These triplets are his. “What do we call you?” Kace Morgant asks. “Mae.” “Title, Mae.” The darker skinned boy commanding the court insists. I grumble out an answer for Lukas. “House Dragon fire.” The crowd gasps again. Ivan Holden must be popular around here, but their surprise has nothing to do with my new name. It has everything to do with my existence. I move out of the row. In the aisle, someone shoves me from behind. It takes a m

XADEN: Earlier. “I wish Wade was here,” I sigh wistfully. Xannon rolls his eyes for the seventeenth time since we came here. He’s just fresh out of the fighting ring. After going head to head with the Griffin boy, I’m surprised to say my brother broke a sweat and took a few punches. He’s the strongest of the three of us. Anyone with eyes can tell I’m more ripped than he is, but his strength is with his wolf. Tyrion. “You talk about him so much that I’m almost convinced you like him, Xaden.” Xander mutters flippantly. “What? I’m already convinced he’s in love with our beta.” “Can both of you live for anything else other than getting on my nerves?” “What nerves?” Xannon asks before he gets distracted by the group of girls settling in our path like a traffic jam. They all have their eyes on him. It’s easier because he’s just as hot as the newborns they just watched, but not as scary as them. “Ladies.” My tongue wets my bottom lip. The only brunette in the group of blondes winks

MAE: No one said anything about a tolerance test. Ivan didn’t. Aria didn’t. Riah didn’t. I gulp, trying my hardest to keep my feet from leaping into a dash out of here. I search for Riah’s gaze through the crowd seated around us. Riot says next to me, “Easy there. Your trembling could shake even the earth.” I can’t find Riah. There are so many named shifters surrounding thirty of us. My eyes fail me again and again, and I’m wondering, will it be better to die from the tolerance test or die when everyone discovers I’m crestless? “FYI, Riot. I’ll pray everyday to the sky gods just so they can take away your voice. It’s annoying me.” “You wish,” he scoffs, “My sister has been trying since we were little, but the wonderful goddess Tyra turns her down every time.” Speaking of the Moon goddess. I need her help now. I shut my eyes, taking in deep breaths and ignoring Riot, who’s still at my side. He's one lucky idiot. I won’t waste my prayers to Tyra on him; not when my life is in dire