Alpha Rowen's POV.
And yes, I got married to Denise. After I got married to her, I ordered her to stay very far from me. I knew she wasn't the one, and she wasn't my mate…but what would my pack think? What fucking example would I show when I decide not to marry her after I was seen naked beside her? “ What have I done to deserve this?” She asked one day looking at me with tears in her eyes, “ Have you forgotten how we were the other night when we mated?” “There was no night between us.” I replied, as my restraint battled with the desire to rip her apart. “There was!” She yelled, like the spoilt brat she had always been. “Then show me, show me the mate mark!” I yelled back at her in anger, as she shook in fear. “I …I'll show you.” She stuttered, as she peeled down the collar of her dress, revealing a mark far above her right breast. I scoffed. “That is a fresh bite.” I told her, amused at the fact that she tried to deceive me…again. She stared back at me in fear, I could hear her heart beat rising each second. “It's…it's not a bite…I can prove it.” She kept on lying and it pissed me off. “Lie again and I'll slice your throat. Every scent, every attraction, leads to your mansion…tell me…is my Luna held hostage? Where did you keep her?” I said, as I peered into her eyes. “I'm your Luna!” She yelled in response through clenched teeth, as tears welled up in her eyes, together with this rage that lingered in them. “You don't want to tell me, huh? I'll find out myself,” I said, as I grabbed my car keys off the center table, about to leave. “What would an Alpha want with a fucking Omega?! A very filthy, uneducated, weakling like her?! ” She cried. I smirked without looking back at her, as I left the sitting room. *** I pulled my car right in front of Peter's mansion, I wasn't going to announce my arrival, I just came to take what was mine, above the mansion, inside the mansion or below…wherever it was…I mean she was… I had everything registered in my memory, her scent, the rate of her heartbeat…but I had no idea that it would be this white haired girl, struggling to pull a heavy bag of stinking dirt to the trash can. Then she saw me, and I looked away, not shyly, but embarrassed. A maid for a mate? The moon goddess hated me. My wolf reared it's neck like it wanted to jump out of my skin and meet her, but my feelings were different…regret and bits of disgust. She put the trash into the trash can, and greeted me with a bow, then she turned to leave. This was punishment, no matter how hard I tried to hate her and reject her, a part of me said differently… “Hey, you, maid!” I called out to her, as she hurried inside like she was avoiding me. “Move again and I'll tear you apart.” I threatened, and she stopped abruptly. I walked up to her and grabbed her arm, as I forced her to face me. “I think we've met, my dear.” I smirked, as she trembled like a rain beaten mouse. “Y..yes,” She stuttered, “ One morning,in Miss Denise's room.” I could hear her heart pounding against her chest, it was not just fear of my presence that came over her, it was fear of me knowing what she had to keep secret…of which, unfortunately, I already knew. “Don't fear little one.” I said, staring at her slim fragile wrist as I brought her hand close to my face and sniffed, still trying to make sure that my senses weren't deceiving me. “I'm…I'm fine.” She replied, as she swallowed, avoiding my gaze. “I know you are.” I let go of her hand, slipping mine into my trousers right pocket as I stood straight to observe her …the white colored hair, the golden eyes, the little freckles on her right cheek right beside her pointed nose, her thin pink lips and of course her curves…at least something attractive to be happy about. “What do you want, Sir?” She lowered her head,as she fidgeted while digging her nails in her palms and scratching her flesh. “You.” I blurted immediately without wasting a second. She threw her head up sharply, as her eyes fluttered in surprise. “Hmm!” She cleared her throat, rubbing her chest, “Has Miss requested for my services?” She asked as she avoided my gaze like death. “You're mine…I guess this is the second time I'm saying it.” I smiled at her numbness and total shock. “Al…Al…Alpha…” She stammered, as she held the two sides of her dress tightly, her chest heaving up and down. “Yes…Mate.” I answered, as I leaned closer to her, our lips almost committing sin… “I—” “A maid, An Omega, a weakling in the pack that can hardly wolf out.” The voice was familiar…and daring. I frowned at Lady Sara. “It's nice to have you…Mother In-law.” I greeted, hoping my sarcasm was much obvious. “Of course…I mean, same here. But did I hear you right, Alpha? Mate?” She scoffed, as she eyed …what sort of Alpha doesn't know the name of his mate? “You heard me right, and I've come to take her with me…all of her,” I replied, placing emphasis on my last few words. “But…but that's outrageous…I mean,look at her, an embarrassment!” She said and let out a deep scoff, as she rolled her eyeballs. “Which is more embarrassing, Sara Peters, marrying a true mate, or marrying one who forces someone innocent to do their dirty work?” I asked, as I smirked at her sudden fear and discomfort, “And if not for the respect I have for your husband, both you and your daughter would be hanging up the tree with ropes around your neck and a vulture poop on your head.” “What…what do you mean.” She asked,as she fidgeted. “What I'm trying to say is that you should know better than to question my decision," I replied,as I feigned a smile. Just then my mate threw up on me…on my expensive suit.The Triplet Alphas (Ronald’s POV.)“You really are sick in the head,” Reynold said, patting my shoulder as if he pitied me, then burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all week. His laughter was sharp and too loud for the quiet corridor.I stood there, my face stiff, waiting for him to stop.Pfft.He never believed me.“You’re a piece of shit,” I muttered through my teeth, even though I already knew my words would bounce off him like stones on water.“Oh, brother…” Reynold said in that lazy voice he used when he was enjoying himself too much. He adjusted my collar like a mother fixing a child before church. His mouth curved into a mocking smile. “This hatred you carry for me—it’s never redeemable, is it?”I slapped his hand off. “Don’t touch me.”“But I care about you, Ronald,” he added quickly, though his tone was soaked in sarcasm. His smile widened. “Deeply…You’re my favorite. Don’t tell Robert.”“You care?” I scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you. You’d laug
The Triplet Alphas (Ronald’s POV).The words still echoed in the room.“I saw someone!”It startled even me—my own voice sounding louder, harsher, more desperate than I’d meant. Reynold stopped in mid-step, the line of his shoulders stiff beneath his suit. Slowly, he turned, his eyes heavy and sharp, the way they always were when he thought I was wasting his time.“You saw someone,” he repeated, his tone flat.I forced a breath out. “Yes.”He tilted his head, his mouth twitching into a faint, dismissive smile. “Ronald, people walk this earth in their thousands. You’ll have to do better than that.”My fingers curled at my sides. It would have been easier to swallow the words, to let them die in my chest, but they pressed harder until they clawed out of me.“I think it was Daisy.”The name cracked the air like a whip.For the first time, Reynold’s face shifted. His jaw tightened, and his eyes flickered. Then he scoffed sharply, but the sound was forced, and kinda brittle.“Don’t,” he sa
The Triplet Alphas (Ronald’s POV.)I smiled slightly—not because I was amused seeing my brother washed pale with embarrassment, but because some part of me thought he deserved it. Reynold always carried himself with that unshakable pride, always the one who acted as though nothing in this world could bend him. But watching her walk away, watching Natasha leave him standing there with nothing but silence in his hands—it left him looking almost human for once…stripped down vulnerable, and kinda unsettled, now that was better.And maybe that was why I smiled. Not cruelly, just quietly.I hadn’t said much for a long time. Being the youngest, words rarely found space around me anyway. With Robert, words turned into discussions, ideas, strategies. With Reynold, words felt like stepping into battle, sharp and demanding. I had learned to stay quiet, to stay in the background. I was nobody’s favorite brother, not Mother’s, not Father’s, and not even among us three. But this—this time—was whe
The Triplet Alphas (Reynold’s POV).The moment she turned her back on me, my chest tightened as though someone had pressed a hand flat against it, forcing out the air. Natasha’s steps were measured, steady, her spine so straight it almost taunted me. She didn’t hurry, she didn’t stumble—she simply walked away.And I let her.For a few seconds, I stood frozen, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. The proud, ego-driven Alpha in me wanted to scoff, to call her bluff, to let her know that I didn’t care. That’s what everyone expected of me, wasn’t it? Reynold—the cold, unshaken Alpha. Reynold—the one who never bowed, never bent, never begged.But the truth?If embarrassment was a pool, I had already drowned in it.I hated that my wolf shifted restlessly inside me, pacing and clawing, as if urging me to move before it was too late. I hated the sting in my throat, the burn of words I had swallowed too many times before. And yet, I hated most that she had every reason to walk away
The Triplet Alphas (Reynold’s POV).The courtyard air shifted when that hand caught hers.Denise froze, her claws gleaming in the sunlight, an inch away from striking Natasha. For a heartbeat I thought the world itself had stopped turning.And then, in that stillness, I saw him.Alpha Rowen.My father.He stood tall behind her, his grip steady around Denise’s wrist. There was no tremor in his hand, no hesitation in his voice when he spoke.“Now that’s enough Denise,” he said, low and sharp, the kind of voice that silenced even the birds in the marsh.Denise stiffened. Her lips curled, ready to spit back something venomous, but the weight of his hold pinned her in place. She tried to tug free, but it was useless. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t need to. His presence alone was enough to bend the air.Natasha’s eyes widened. She looked from his hand to his face, her breath unsteady, her chest rising and falling as though she had been underwater too long. For a moment, it was almost as
The Triplet Alphas (Reynold’s POV.)The morning had broken with a kind of quiet that unsettled me. The house was never truly silent—the creak of wood, the distant shuffle of servants, the restless call of birds from the marshes—but still, there was a hush in the air that pressed against my ears.I stood by the window of my room upstairs, leaning against the frame, my gaze falling onto the courtyard below. I told myself I wasn’t waiting for her. I told myself I wasn’t watching for her. But my eyes found her anyway.Natasha.She was already outside, a tin watering can in her hands, tilting it carefully over the roots of the flowers that lined the garden. The water glittered in the light, streaming down into the soil until it darkened with life. She moved with a patience that I never understood—kneeling, brushing dirt from her hands, adjusting the angle of the leaves as though they could feel her touch.Her dress was plain, worn thin in places, the fabric clinging to her as she bent and