Erica's POV.
Covered in new clothes, Mom stared back at me in tears. I couldn't believe it, her freedom came by so fast. “Oh Moon Goddess!” I exclaimed with joy, as I flung my arms around her…tears streamed down my cheeks as my heart alone couldn't bottle up the happiness. “Everyday passed, and I never ceased to pray to the moon goddess, she was so kind to look at me…oh Erica baby, what did those evil people ask of you huh? Did they say you would work an extra hundred years?” Mom asked. What was I going to tell her? That I traded my virginity for her freedom? Even the moon goddess would not forgive such act…and mother would be heartbroken. “Erica?” She cupped my face, as she peered into my eyes. “It's nothing Mom,” I sniffed, as I wiped off my tears, taking in a deep breath, “ I begged them, that's all.” I lied confidently, and Mom fell for it, as she hugged me again, rubbing my back with her hand. “I'm so glad to be with you.” She muttered. We heard footsteps approaching, and as we turned our heads to the direction of whoever walked towards us…it was Lady Sara, clapping her hands … “What a lovely reunion.” She smiled sarcastically as she got closer to us. “It's so good to have you back Celyn,” she said to my mother as she stroked her hair. “Thank you, lady Sara.” My mother said with a slight bow. I fumed in anger, she didn't have to thank her for anything. “You don't need to thank me, it's just that…I was so happy when my daughter turned out to be the long awaited Luna of the pack. My anniversary with my sweet Peter wasn't just a happy event, it was…a blessing.” She said, as her eyes rested on me intently. “It's good news, I'm happy for Miss Denise,” My mother said, as she stared at her feet, her voice was low and rough. “Oh you should be, nothing good comes out from you anyways.” She spat on my mother like she was trash. My hands balled into fists in rage…she must have gotten what she wanted, and we may be her servants, but this was too much. “How sure are you that nothing good comes out from my mother?” I blurted, as my mother held my arm, urging me to stop whatever I wanted to start but… “It is true.” Lady Sara answered with a smirk. I scoffed. “Incase you've forgotten, everything good comes out from my mother, you are only good at taking what's not yours, because nothing at all can come out from you.” I said through clenched teeth. Lady Sara was taken aback, rather speechless…she peered into my eyes for a long time and chuckled. “Steal? I don't steal my dear, it's either mine rightfully or mine through bargain,” she smirked. And I understood the meaning of what she said, she did bargain for Denise's place as Luna, and I'd already gotten my part of the bargain…but still. I took in a deep breath and let out a deep sigh. “Thank you for whatever kindness you've shown us today Lady Sara, but it's high time you thought of us differently, after all…we owe each other, don't we?” I asked, as I pulled my mother along, grabbing the basket and leaving Lady Sara in her disturbed state. “You can't eat your cake and have it back!” She yelled from behind and I stopped for a second. There was no use keeping up with the little argument, unless words would get out…and I didn't want that. “Ahhh!” I winced, as I fell to the ground, the pain was so sudden, and it was intense. I placed my hand on the spot just below my neck in pain, as I groaned. “Erica!” My mother knelt by my side trembling, as she stole a glance at Lady Sara, who looked surprised as well. Soon the pain subsided and my hands slowly retreated as I breathed heavily, my chest heaving up and down as beads of sweats covered my forehead. Then it glowed, it was a mark, the one I was not able to describe. My mom looked at me eyeball to eyeball, I could hear her loud heartbeats as she swallowed. “Who's your mate?” My heart sank to the bottom.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