Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas
Measured, unhurried, deliberate.
I looked up, and my first glimpse of the Triplet Alphas came like a punch to the chest.
They descended in perfect synchrony, as if they had rehearsed the movement a thousand times. All three were tall, broad-shouldered, with the same dark hair and angular features as their father. But where Marcus was cold stone, his sons were forged steel—sharp, gleaming, dangerous. I had heard stories about them even in my old pack. The Triplet Alphas. The untouchable princes of Silver Creek. Boys who had been raised on power and cruelty in equal measure.
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