My Two First Kiss

The howl split the night.

Low. Commanding. Alpha.

It rolled across the Black Claw territory like thunder, echoing through the towering pines and into the bones of every wolf in the pack. A summons.

Evie froze where she stood at the edge of the clearing, her breath catching in her throat as the sound wrapped around her like a warning.

Or a promise.

“Move, Evie.”

The sharp shove between her shoulders sent her stumbling forward, boots scraping against packed dirt. Laughter followed—quiet, cruel, familiar.

She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

She knew their voices. Their shadows. Their cruelty.

She knew them.

The Alpha triplets.

Donovan. Damon. Devin.

The sons of power. The future of Black Claw.

The reason her chest always felt too tight in her ribs.

Evie straightened slowly, brushing dirt from her hands as she stepped fully into the clearing. Wolves gathered in a wide circle under the pale wash of moonlight—warriors, elders, ranked members standing tall and proud.

And then there was her.

Standing at the edge.

Alone.

“Try not to trip over yourself tonight,” Damon called lazily from across the clearing, his voice smooth with mockery. “Wouldn’t want you embarrassing the pack more than usual.”

A ripple of chuckles spread through the crowd.

Evie swallowed, forcing her shoulders back even as heat burned behind her eyes.

Don’t react.

Don’t give them what they want.

She lifted her chin just slightly.

That was all it took.

“Well,” Damon continued, stepping forward into the light, dark eyes glinting with amusement, “look at that. The stray found a spine.”

More laughter.

Evie’s gaze flickered past him—just for a second.

To the other two.

Donovan stood near the center, arms crossed, expression carved from stone. Cold. Unyielding. Watching her like she was something beneath him… something barely worth noticing.

Gunner.

His wolf.

Even without seeing it, she could feel it—pressing, dominant, suffocating.

And then—

Devin.

He stood slightly behind his brothers, quieter, shadows clinging to him. His eyes met hers for half a second before shifting away.

Not cruel.

But not kind enough to stop it either.

Never kind enough.

Evie looked away first.

She always did.

The howl sounded again—closer this time.

Silence fell instantly over the clearing.

The Alpha.

Every wolf lowered their head in submission as he stepped forward, his presence commanding, powerful. Authority radiated off him in waves.

Evie lowered her gaze too, heart pounding.

“Tonight,” the Alpha began, voice deep and resonant, “we honor strength. Loyalty. The future of Black Claw.”

A pause.

“The future… stands before you.”

The triplets stepped forward as one.

The air shifted.

It always did when they moved together—like the world itself recognized them as something more. Something dangerous.

Something untouchable.

Evie felt it then.

A strange pull.

Faint. Flickering.

Wrong.

Her breath hitched.

No.

No, no—

Something brushed against her mind—sharp and electric, like a spark snapping across dry air.

And then—

Three.

Not one.

Three distinct presences.

Gunner.

Alaric.

Magnus.

Her knees nearly buckled.

What—

Her heart slammed violently against her ribs as heat spread through her chest, unfamiliar and terrifying.

Across the clearing, all three triplets went rigid.

Donovan’s head snapped toward her.

Damon’s smirk vanished.

Devin—

Devin stepped back like he’d been burned.

The bond pulsed again.

Stronger.

Undeniable.

The clearing seemed to shrink, the air thick, suffocating.

Evie’s pulse roared in her ears.

No.

It wasn’t possible.

It couldn’t be—

Donovan’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“No.”

The word was sharp. Absolute.

Final.

Damon let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Devin didn’t speak.

He just stared at her.

And for the first time… there was something in his eyes she had never seen before.

Fear.

Evie took a step back.

Then another.

Her voice came out barely above a whisper.

“I didn’t— I don’t—”

“Shut up.”

Donovan’s command cracked through the air, heavy with Alpha authority.

It hit her like a physical force.

She flinched.

The bond twisted painfully in her chest.

His eyes burned into hers—cold, furious, rejecting.

“Whatever this is,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “it’s wrong.”

Damon scoffed, though there was tension in his shoulders now. “Yeah. There’s no way in hell she’s—”

“Our mate?” Donovan finished, the word sounding like something bitter on his tongue.

Silence.

Every wolf in the clearing watched.

Waiting.

Judging.

Evie felt it all—the weight of their stares, their whispers already forming, their disbelief.

Their disgust.

Her throat tightened.

Of course.

Of course it would be her.

The girl with no wolf.

The girl three weeks away from even shifting.

The girl they had spent years breaking down.

Her hands curled into fists at her sides.

“I didn’t ask for this,” she said, the words trembling—but real.

Damon’s gaze snapped to hers, sharp.

Donovan’s expression didn’t change.

Devin… still said nothing.

The bond pulsed again.

And this time—

It hurt.

Evie gasped, clutching her chest as something inside her twisted, stretched—like it was waking up too soon.

Too fast.

Too wrong.

A low sound echoed faintly in her mind.

Not theirs.

Something deeper.

Older.

Watching.

Waiting.

Her breath came in sharp bursts.

“I think…” she whispered, panic rising, “something’s wrong—”

“Yeah,” Donovan said coldly. “There is.”

He stepped forward.

Power rolled off him in crushing waves.

“And we’re going to fix it.”

Evie’s stomach dropped.

Because the way he said it—

Wasn’t protection.

Wasn’t acceptance.

It was something far worse.

Rejection.

And as the bond burned between them—unwanted, undeniable—Evie realized something that made her blood run cold.

They weren’t afraid of losing her.

They were afraid of being tied to her.

And if the Alpha triplets feared anything…

They destroyed it.

The wind shifted, carrying the scent of coming rain.

And something else.

Change.

Evie didn’t know it yet—

But in three weeks…

Black Claw wouldn’t belong to them anymore.

It would belong to her.