A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs Novels & Stories

Elders deserved respect, even if they were grumps. “I brought my granddaughter Lily along with me,” Alpha Heven announced. I blinked in surprise. “That’s nice.” “Lily, come here,” Alpha Heven barked. I’d expected a child, but Alpha Heven’s granddaughter was a raven-haired beauty who wore an expression of relative disinterest. Our gazes met and the Earth shifted below us. My eyes widened as the mate bond snapped into place for the second time in my life. If she felt anything similar, she kept it to herself. She nodded briefly and then stepped back into the group that Alpha Heven had brought with him.

Sawyer shook his head. “We have three Alphas. Jett is now mated to a female who was once the mate of Digger’s cousin and former Beta. Alice … carries a pup already of Digger’s line. That’s what he wants. An already made heir,” Sawyer said, as a male finished refueling his vehicle. I realized the vehicle with the Beta was already gone.

Useless. The Alpha sighed and paced behind his desk. “I’ve already had enough calls from council members. Half want you locked up. The other half think you're a threat to the succession. You made enemies last night, girl.” “I didn’t ask for this.” “No one does. But here we are.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a long wooden box. He placed it on the table but didn't open it. “The mate bond,” he said. “With one of my sons, I could manage. It would be... unusual, yes, but it could be adapted. Trained. Controlled. But three?”

"Stop it..." But my body betrayed me. My legs trembled and my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my blouse. I hated him for touching me, but hated myself more for wanting him to keep going. His voice came out low and vibrating against my skin. "There's a hunger in you, Annalyn. You don't understand it yet, but we do." "We?" "You've only met one of us." My stomach dropped. "One?" "Three alphas were born under the blood moon that year," he said. "We are bound to one mate, I mean... the same mate."

The table broke into conversation and small talk between the different pack members. "Come now, did you say she is mated to your three sons?" Lizbeth, who sat to the left of Alpha Michael asked him as she took a sip of her glass of wine. "Yes, as the moon would have it, she is mated to my three sons." Alpha Michael replied, giving Becca a smile and shake of his head when she asked if he wanted more wine.

It was so strong, and smelled incredibly good. But it was at this moment the Alpha smelled another scent he wasn't expecting at all... He's a Delta 3. But that's not the problem, he's not just any Delta 3... He's a dominant Delta 3! One who cannot produce an heir for him. After all, Delta 3's cannot get pregnant. Upon realizing this, Hughes dropped his hand and stepped back. This can't be! He can't be mated to another dominant person! He can't have a mate who cannot produce an heir! No one would ever approve of it, his pack is going to want an heir from their Luna.

Three. The principal’s voice boomed across the hall, breaking the heavy silence. “As you can see, the Alpha heir you’ve always known is not just one person. They are three brothers, bound by a curse since birth. Alpha Kai, Alpha Riven, and Alpha Dax.” He gestured among all three. Gasps and whispers rose around me like a tidal wave. I barely heard them. My gaze stayed locked on the brothers, memories flashing in my mind like broken glass. Kai’s cold eyes watching me get bullied.

I muttered. He simply smiled. Clearing his throat, he relaxed into the chair. “There will be no rejection between you and the alpha,” he said. The fork slipped from my fingers. I stared at him. “No. He said it himself,” I protested, but Randy wasn’t joking, because right now he wasn't smiling. “But… What about the heir?” I asked quietly. He exhaled. “The heir can come later. He’s decided to keep you as his mate and as Luna. And possibly spoil you rotten.”

“I’ll make you a deal. You can have the bitch. I just want my heir.” I snarl, ready to attack him for calling my mate a bitch. “If she ran from you and rejected you, there’s a good reason for it. I have no intention of handing any of them over to you,” I growl. “I will be back for my heir,” he snarls, before turning, shifting, and taking off. I stand, not moving until the Alpha and his hunting party are gone. “Did Ranael really call her mate?” Miles asks softly.

"Still complaining about headaches and weakness." "Still dying, you mean." I drop my keys on the counter. "The mate bond rejection is in its final stages. You've known this for months." "I know you're being dramatic." He stands and faces me. "You're an Alpha. You're stronger than this superstitious nonsense." "It's not superstition." I meet his eyes. "I've shown you the research. Case Study #47. The Alpha heir who died within a year of rejecting his mate. That was eight months ago for me, Father. I have weeks left."