Erica's POV.
He held my wrists tightly, as he pinned my down on the bed, his canine grew longer and sharper as he went for the dress I wore, ripping it off my body. I felt his wolf fangs sink just below my shoulder and I feared this was just the beginning... He was going to tear me apart, from limb to limb, arm to arm, and leave me here to rot! I whimpered, my whole body trembling against his. But then he kissed me slowly, on my trembling lips and on the nape of my neck, and that was when I knew I was going to get through this in one piece. He was not beastly, he was…sweet. A sharp tearing sound cut through the air as he tore off my panties. Then he looked at me, eyeball to eyeball, his eyes didn't speak of control or authority, instead they were calm, humble and submissive. He closed his eyes, his heavy breaths resting on my face as he found his way inside me, slowly inserting his cock in my wet pussy. I arched my back as he went in deep forcing his way into a part of me that had never known or seen a cock. His world overshadowed mine,as I gave up every resistance and the only thing that filled my mind was the pleasure I felt. “Alpha…” I moaned slowly, as my hands grabbed his back, my finger nails digging into his flesh, “Fuck.” I muffled, biting my lower lip hard. “What are you? You're so tight…” he muttered under his breath, “Your mine.” he claimed. My heart raced in excitement, he was gentle, he was great and I already started to feel like he was part of me. “Please don't stop.” I said, almost in a squeal. The room became hotter as our body rubbed against each other, my breasts pressing against his hard chest, as his cock thrust deep inside against the walls of my vagina. My toes curled, and my thighs began shaking, the feeling was new, it was mutual. “Make me stop.” He begged, as he kept on digging in, fast and uncontrollable. “I… I don't want to…fuck me Alpha Rowen.” I said, as I felt him swell inside me. This was going to be a night I knew would never forget. And I guess, he too... “Mate.” He growled under his breath, and my heart slammed against my ribcage. *** I woke up in my own old clothes, lying flat on my small bed as the sun rays rested on my face. I scoffed. Was I dreaming again? I got up immediately and had my shower, I had woken up late again. I needed to clean the house and do the laundry, starting with Denise's room. I grabbed the laundry basket from the laundry room and went straight for hers, I didn't knock as usual, just a slow entrance… “It's morning Miss—” There he was, lying beside her, staring at her face and brushing her hair behind her ear. It was not a dream, it was supposed to be me by his side! But that wasn't my problem anymore, was it? This was what Denise wanted, and all that's left…is to get what I asked for. His eyes soon rested on me for a long time, and my heart raced in fear, as I avoided his gaze. “White haired lady.” His voice was deep. White haired? I pulled one end of my hair as I took a look…the dye was a temporary one. “Hmm!” I cleared my throat, “Sorry to disturb you Alpha, I'll quickly grab Miss Denise's clothes and leave.” I said anxiously, as I quickly emptied her laundry basket into the one I had. “Wait.” He ordered, just as I was about leaving. I froze. “Turn around,” he said. But I stood still, my feet wouldn't budge, and I prayed earnestly that Denise would wake up from her sleep. “I said turn—” “What is going on?” Denise spoke immediately and I let out a deep sigh as I threw the door open, running outside. “Oh…thank you moon goddess,” I said, as I tried to catch my breath. The basket of clothes dropped to the ground as I recalled everything that had occurred last night. The way he touched me, the sensation mixed with a special kind of madness, but still I had lost my virginity, and now I was letting Denise enjoy the benefits of it all…he called me mate…my wolf reared its neck restlessly. “Snap out of it, even though he finds out, he'll never choose an omega for a mate.” I told the her, I could feel her sadness, it was deeper than the one I felt. “Find out about what?” The voice came from behind, sharp and clear.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