Blurb Death was supposed to be her escape. Instead, it was just the beginning. When Isabella’s fated man is killed by her stepbrother and she died to escape his dangerous obsession, what she never expects is to get reborn. Now determined to protect her mate, she vows to rewrite her cruel fate. But the Moon Goddess has changed the rules. On the night of the mating ceremony, not only was she shocked that Asher doesn’t recognize her and introduces her to his brothers, she discovers that she is mated to the Triplets Alpha. Her mate now exists as identical triplets, all three bound to her by an unbreakable mate bond. And the peaceful new life she imagined? Shattered when she locks eyes with the one person who shouldn't exist in this world: Enzo. "Death couldn't separate us," he warns her. "What makes you think these three puppies can?" What happens when Isabella is trapped in a fate she can’t escape from, and she discovers her Triplets Alphas harbor a deadly curse that could destroy them all and Enzo will stop at nothing to claim what he believes is his. Can she defy destiny and carve out her own destiny?
View MoreThaila – POV The council chamber was colder than I remembered. The marble floors gleamed beneath my boots, but I didn’t flinch when the cold seeped through the soles. Let it try to bite me. Let them all try. I’d already fought my brother with cracked ribs and a bruised heart—nothing these old fools could throw at me would hurt more. I stood at the center of the room, surrounded by stone walls, rusted banners, and tradition so thick it strangled the truth. They sat in a crescent above me—twelve high-ranking elders, eyes like knives and mouths that hadn’t spoken truth since my father’s reign began. At the head of them sat Alpha Eron—my father. Behind him, like a dark stain, stood Enzo. Dressed in black. Arms crossed. Silent. Coward. Beside him, with her stupid perfect hair and delicate hands, stood her. Isabella. Not one scar. Not one mark. No blood spilled. No pain earned. And yet she stood where I was supposed to. I straightened my spine. “You called for this hearing,” Eld
Enzo – POV I didn’t follow Thaila home because I missed her. I followed her because she ruined everything. The fragile, blood-earned peace I’d built with the allied packs, the delicate ties I’d forged in my sister’s absence—it all shattered the second she walked through the damn gates, dressed like a vengeance-soaked goddess and smirking like she owned the moon. And now, she was being hailed as some kind of warrior queen? Please. I wasn’t done with her. Not yet. --- By the time I reached the courtyard again, dusk had cloaked everything in gold and ember. Shadows danced across stone and bark, firelight licking the edges of celebration. But I wasn’t celebrating. Not tonight. Not when she stood at the edge of it all, basking in the attention that should’ve been mine. She thought she could humiliate me. At our own father’s table. In front of the entire pack. That smug smirk. That damn wine toast. That cool dismissal, like I was a stranger she had already buried. I clenched
Thaila – POV By morning, the entire pack knew. I woke up to the sound of clanging pots, laughter, and the thunder of boots outside my window. Someone had decided—probably my father, that dramatic old wolf—that my return deserved a full-blown feast. A feast. As if a few plates of roasted meat and sweetbread would fix the bruises I’d carved into my soul. I rolled out of bed slowly, each muscle groaning in protest. My feet were still sore from the trek back. My cheek still throbbed faintly from Enzo’s slap. My chest felt hollow. But my spine? Straight as hell. I threw open the chest at the foot of my bed and dug until I found what I needed: black leather pants, a deep red corset, and my thigh-high boots. If they wanted a return celebration, then fine—I’d show up looking like vengeance incarnate. Let the whispers fly. Let the men tremble. Let every she-wolf raise her glass in quiet rebellion. --- The courtyard was already packed when I stepped out. Long wooden tables groaned
Thaila – POV The sun was dipping low when I finally reached the hilltop that overlooked my pack’s territory. The carriage had only taken me as far as the border—it always did. Royal carriages weren’t allowed past that sacred line, not even for the daughter of the Beta. Protocol, honor, hierarchy. All those pretty little rules I was supposed to bow to. Screw that. I stepped out barefoot, my heels abandoned long ago when the trail turned into uneven rock and mud. My once pristine dress was stained with dirt and torn at the hem. My hair was a tangled storm around my face, and my eyes? My eyes were war zones—exhausted but refusing to surrender. The walk down the hillside felt longer than it should have. Each step sent sharp little stabs into the soles of my feet, but I didn’t stop. Not even when my ankle twisted and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. Pain had become a language I understood too well now. It spoke to me in a whisper, said: You’re still alive. Keep go
Mason POV The rogue lunged. I met him midair, claws bared, bones screaming with the impact as we crashed to the forest floor. He was strong—too strong for a random stray. Trained. Calculated. His fangs snapped inches from my throat, breath hot and foul, but I twisted, slamming my elbow into his jaw hard enough to make him grunt and roll off. I didn’t give him time to recover. One kick to the ribs. A sickening crack. Another rogue stepped from the shadows, tall and built like a tank, with scars down his cheek like claw marks that never healed clean. His eyes locked on me—cold and amused. Two more behind him. “Three against one?” I said, spitting blood from my mouth and rising to my feet. “Cowards travel in packs now?” The first rogue staggered up beside them, wheezing. “He’s fast.” “Not fast enough,” Scar-cheek replied smoothly. Behind me, Rufus let out a low, broken growl from where he lay bleeding in the clearing, his hulking wolf form barely holding together. Hi
Isabella POV The door slammed shut like a final verdict, and the echo it left behind clawed down my spine. Thalia was gone. Good. But also… not good. I stood there, staring at the empty doorway, my jaw tight, my hands clenched into fists so tight my manicured nails bit into my palms. She always knew how to strike with words that bruised deeper than fists. Asher still hadn’t moved. Enzo was frozen, eyes still on the spot where she’d stood. “She’ll be back,” I said coolly, smoothing my blouse like I hadn’t just been ready to rip a woman’s throat out five minutes ago. “They always come back when they realize no one out there gives a damn.” Enzo didn’t respond. He just looked… wrecked. “She needed to leave,” I added, quieter now. “Before she took the whole house down with her.” Still nothing. I rolled my eyes, stepping around the room toward the window, watching as Thalia disappeared down the long winding path toward the woods, her silhouette a storm wrapped in leather. Then
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