Alpha Triplets Novels & Stories

Byron looked at me and didn't move. “Gabe, I knotted. Get the doctor here now.” Shit. He was the Alpha of all Alphas. The king if you will. We pledged ourselves to him, we remained Alphas, but he was stronger, faster, and bigger than all wolves. No pack can run with more than one Alpha without one being the Alpha of all Alphas. We were the only pack in a thousand years to produce triplet Alphas. Twins were extremely rare for Alphas, triplets were incomprehensible to most of our kind.

Seeing his mother happy brought him immense joy. Not wanting to disturb the heartfelt reunion, Alpha Wade didn't waste time enjoying the food. Instead, he happily served his great-grandchildren, their smiles never fading. Nelly knew she had made the right decision in keeping the triplets when she saw how content Alpha Wade was. Though there were risks involved, it was all worth it. Alpha Wade looked at Nelly and spoke up, his voice filled with concern. “Nelly, do the children know who their father is?” Nelly shook her head. “They've never asked me that question.”

She opened the letter and read through it. Orphillia found it hard to understand most of the things written because it seemed to be written in a rush. But she could pick out some of the words that were written there. Alphas, Triplets. And then she saw her name. She was filled with fear instantly as she wondered who this Elara was and why she was trying to protect them from the evil triplets that wanted Alaric dead.

Astor glared at me in hatred, and I glared back. "Mate!" He called, gritting his teeth in anger as he tried to bring his wolf under control. "There you are, brothers." Another handsome male walked in, and the moment he walked in, my heart clenched in excitement again. "Mate!" we both yelled at the same time. "What is going on here?" The Alpha thundered while walking in that instant. I was married to the royal triplets. Astor, Marcus, and Marco... Anxiety raced through my heart as I faced the Alpha triplets. Astor squinted his eyes as his face contorted in disapproval.

Max said, and I sighed. "But they are siblings, I mean, you guys do that multiple shit when they are triplets, twins... right?" I asked, and he sighed. "No, they are three different Alphas, none related," he said, and I lifted my eyebrows. "That is unheard of," I said, and he chuckled. "Tell me the fuck about it. But we have asked them and her, and they all feel the bond... So, yeah... that´s that," he said with a bit of hesitation.

They’re passionate about the first thing they ever decide to do with their lives and are even more passionate about their first love, even if it was infatuation and they maybe just liked the color of their eyes at the moment. That explained her madness over Cannon. Not for once in my life did I forget that there were three of them. Cannon, Kane, and Ian—the Alpha Triplets. Now everyone calls Aurora, Hilda, and I The Chosen Three. I mean, I could’ve come up with something better… I have some ideas…

'' He said and took my box from me while he led the way to his truck. We both entered his truck and he speeds up while we hum to the old School music playing on his music player. ''You came at the right time.'' Lucas said, bringing up a discussion. ''Why?'' I asked. ''In three days time we will be celebrating the eclipse of the moon and also the thirtieth birthday of our Alphas.'' He explained, which got me confused. ''Alphas?'' I asked, ''Yeah, we are being ruled by two alphas. Alpha Darwin and alpha Darin.'' He explained. ''Are they twins ?'' I asked, curious. ''Yeah, they are identical twins, and you can never recognize them unless by the tone of their voice, and rumors have it that they

“She’s the one the visions warned us about. The girl who can resist the Alpha bond. The one with three threads tied to her neck.” “Three?” I turned now, eyes narrowing. He nodded. “The triplets. Dax. Kai. Riven. All three are bound to her. They would have marked her during the Trials—together, but—” A low whistle left my mouth. “What kind of creature pulls three Alphas like moths to flame?” “A cursed one,” he said bitterly. “The kind that stirs war.” I crossed the room slowly, my boots silent against the black marble. My blade sat on the low obsidian table, its surface catching the moonlight. I picked it up, turning the weapon in my hand.

It has often been said that when a wolf is without an Alpha, or if the wolf leaves their pack or is banished from the pack for breaking the law, the aftermath of such can lead to damaging effects on the general well-being and the mental health of that particular wolf, driving them a little bit crazy. Sometimes, the rogues would team up to raid or attack unsuspecting wolves, they were usually violent and they often killed for the pleasure it gave them, without a leader or an Alpha, they were regarded as the scum of the werewolf society and outcasts with a kill order hanging over their head. They were accustomed to occasional attacks from rogues but usually, they were no more than four rogue w