Alpha Triplets Novels & Stories

As much as it hurt me to crush their little hopeful minds, they needed to know that Asher might claim to take responsibility for them, but it didn’t mean he loved them. “Anna!” Felicia, one of the mothers I engage in simple talks with at the park called my name and I looked over my shoulders to see her hanging onto her husband, brows arched. By her husband’s stance and scent, I knew he was Alpha. And one thing about Alphas were their attachment to their pup. Yet the look on his face was nothing but pure boredom as their children hopped around his legs, faces stuck in huge cotton candies. “The zoo is almost closed! Are you going to keep waiting out here? Who exactly are you waiting for?”

Ian said, clapping his hands. “Mr. Turner, please let me finish. The father of the triplets is also Cannon Turner.” KATRINA Okay, what the f*ck was happening? “And Kane Turner as well.” “Doctor, what are you saying?” Cannon asked. “It surprised me as well, Mr. Turner. It’s never happened before but the test results came out all positive. The Alpha Triplets are the fathers of the triplet pups.” Everyone looked away, trying to absorb it, but I was finding that harder to do. The goddess was playing with my destiny and I didn’t like it. How could three of them be my kids’ fathers?

she had replied. Those had been the last words Zach ever heard. After Zach’s death, the pack had held a proper burial for their Alpha. The ceremony had lasted three days, with pack members from neighboring territories coming to pay their respects. The Alpha had been loved by many, and his death had been felt far beyond their own pack lands. The ritual to make the triplets the new Alphas had been beautiful and solemn. All three brothers had knelt before the pack elders while ancient words were spoken over them. When they stood up, they were no longer just the Alpha’s sons; they were the Alphas themselves.

I slammed my forehead with my palm, “Where could she be… she doesn't know anywhere around here.” I walked up the stairs, entered my room, om and sat on the bed, my hands ran through my shoulder-length wavy blonde hair, combing it back. Damien, Daniel, and David. That's the name of us triplets. Damien is the eldest so he is the Alpha, he is the strongest, very calm and collected, and he talks less but he has a hot temper. Damien takes care of the pack's politics. I am Daniel, the second son, I am more in the middle, I do things fifty-fifty, some days I am jovial, other days I am grumpy, and I take care of the company and family business.

If this was what it took for me to survive this new life, I would accept it with gratitude. Standing at the center of the garage was the triplets, wearing their navy blue uniforms. I couldn't help but notice how different they looked. They seemed more human. Still, there were hints of their wolf heritage—the sharpness of their gazes, their upright posture, and their wild manes of hair—that were impossible to hide. It was just softened by the navy blue and gray of their uniforms. "I will remind you again not to test their patience. They are Alphas, expected to take over for their father when the time comes. You do not want to cross them." Her voice was crisp and authoritative as she spoke, an

The triplet alphas took over those fallen packs and ever since, their inhabitants live at their mercy. I gulped hard, trying to manage my breathlessness. But everything was turning dark in front of my eyes. I held my head. Nausea tore through my chest, cold fear rattling through my bones as I imagined myself meeting the same gruesome end. Until today, three brides have been offered to them and no bride had survived those ruthless alphas. All of them were alpha blood. I was an omega. I wouldn’t survive a day— “Thea!” Alpha held me before I slumped to the floor.

“That bullet contains a heavy dose of silver so I’ll advise that you remain calm while we talk because the more you perform bodily functions, the more adrenaline will be pumped into your system, further accelerating the speed at which the silver will be forced to pump into your body.” “Why?” The alpha croaked disappointedly. “Why would you do this?” “For obvious reasons.” The man being referred to as ‘beta’ responded cockily, “I want your throne and I want Alpha Blackwood, your stupid ally, dead.” “He’s not my ally, he’s my friend!” “And I don’t care. My daughter died in his pack!” “And it was a mistake! She drowned in a pool during a swimming competition. “There were other kids there. Why w

The filthy rich pack of New York, led by Alpha Zaro. The powerful alpha among all the packs, alpha Zaro was her mother’s mate. They both crossed paths later in life when their respective partners died. Svetlana’s father passed away and Alpha Zaro’s wife died in childbirth. However, it took both of them a lot of time to accept each other due to their children. Nonetheless, Svetlana and the triplets weren’t biologically related. And that reminder provoked the trio to prey their way into her boundaries.

Of the three, Parker had the most stereotypical Alpha tendencies and with his brother by his side, we knew the pack would flourish. The guys and I shifted back and dressed, preparing to head home. Our children wanted to run together a while longer and we were happy to let them give their wolves time to bond as siblings. “Let’s go home, darling.” Cary swept me into his arms and carried me out of the forest, just as he had the night of my first shift. “As long as I'm with the three of you, I’m already there.” I told him. Clay and Colton pressed in close and they all murmured their agreement. My heart was so full and just as I’d been everyday for the last nineteen years, I was thankful yet agai

But another part—the part shaped by rejection and cruelty—was screaming that this was too much, too fast, too dangerous. Alpha Ryder’s silence grew heavier. I could feel it radiating off him, the way his wolf paced beneath his skin. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and careful. “Triplets mean power,” he said. “Strong bonds. Strong bloodlines.” His gaze flicked briefly to Ryan, then back to me. “But they also mean attention. Threats. Enemies.” I knew what he wasn’t saying. Children of mine would not be invisible. Not in this pack. Not anywhere.