Aot Trio Novels & Stories

"The woman standing before you now has nothing to do with you. Or with the Finch family. As for forgiveness?" I let out a faint, unbothered smile. "You don't deserve it." With that, I turned away, linked arms with my parents, and walked calmly through the room under a sea of complicated stares. Behind me came the sound of Darren breaking down completely—his anguished cries echoing through the ballroom, blending with the rising tide of murmurs and whispers. I knew then that from this night onward, both Darren and Carrie would be finished in Aokyle City's social circles. Their reputations were in ruins. There would be no coming back.

"There are just way too many attractions in Hormea. You won't be able to see it all in one trip." Kerrigan looked at me with increasing longing in her eyes. Soon after she left, Carl came to me, complaining. Day in, day out, he would give me angry stares, as if I had stolen something precious from him. I had no choice but to persuade him patiently. "At your age, it's best for you to find a partner your age in school." Unfortunately, he just refused to listen. All the while, I would have intimate sessions with Kerrigan on an almost daily basis. Eventually, we tried a variety of positions and styles, deepening my relationship with her.

Just as I was about to leave, Abigail suddenly started shouting from the ground. "Boss, don't listen to her! I've known her for years—I tricked her so she would come with me. I would know if she was an undercover cop! Joan, you're just a clueless foreign exchange student. Why are you lying?" I was surprised by how naturally she pointed out her betrayal. Seeing her ruin my plans to escape, I clenched my teeth and shouted back, eager to pick a fight. In the midst of our shouting match, a gust of wind blew my hair back, revealing the Bluetooth earpiece I had been wearing.

"Just be the woman who jumped in front of that club. That’s the woman they want to follow." A knock came at the door, and the triplets walked in. They were dressed in formal black suits with green silk ties, looking more like Kings than I had ever seen them. When they saw me, all three of them stopped dead in their tracks. "Wow," Silas breathed, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "You look incredible, Amore." "You look like you belong on a throne," Killian grunted, though his eyes were full of a heat that made my skin tingle.

Thane was the originator of every crazy idea the triplets indulged. Klein was the youngest one. He was known as the lover boy. Klein was into arts. He was quiet, observant and a sucker for relationships with real meaning. Whenever his brothers needed good advice, he was their go-to guy. Klein loved the fast life, but he deeply yearned for true love, companionship and commitment.

Caleb leaned over the back of the divan, his long fingers expertly finding my swollen knot, his thumb striking it with a torturous, rhythmic precision that synced perfectly with every single one of Asher’s deep, brutal strokes. "You're ours," Caleb whispered perversely against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers rushing down my spine. "Every drop of your pleasure belongs to this house." I locked my fingers into the leather cushions, my body vibrating with an intense, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The darkness behind my eyelids flared with white-hot sparks as the combined assault of the three triplets pushed me straight toward the edge. My inner walls clamped tightly aro

But when my name was called, the energy in the hall shifted. “Ava Robertson.” As I stood, I noticed how stiff my knees were, but before I could take a step, the triplets all rose with me. Their chairs scraped the floor in unison while they stood, and the crowd gasped like it had been staged. Every head was turned toward us. The triplets didn’t even hesitate. They moved with me, matching my pace as I walked to the stage, as if they were giving the pack a statement that I wasn’t just Ava, walking alone. I was Ava with them, and I’d always be with them.

“The Goddess has blessed our pack with several such trios.” Mathias’s eyes widen. “Trios? You mean like that nutjob Gael from the Diana pack?” “Is he really a nutjob if the Goddess ordained it?” Meredith says. Mathias looks as if he can’t handle this news, so he ignores it. “And just who the fuck are you two to speak to me?” Charlie growls at the disrespect. “They are our Oracle and Oracle-in-training. If they say that the Goddess made them a trio, then they are a trio.”

Amara’s POV The next morning, I dragged myself to school, dreading another encounter with the triplets. The air outside was crisp, but the chill I felt came from within. Memories of their betrayal and the spell that now enslaved them haunted me, leaving my heart heavy. As I walked through the school hallways, I felt the weight of their presence before I even saw them. Ryder, Jaxon, and Caden stood near the lockers, their once-bright eyes now dull and distant. They looked like shadows of themselves—cold, unfeeling, and utterly detached.

They leaned closer to each other as Bella took pictures of them and squealed like a little child. “Oh, my, isn't that the new transfer student in Year one? Bro's having a lot of fun with the Triple A step sister. Heh, maybe the triple A aren't so terrifying after all since they allow him to get so close with her,’’ A student's voice rang from the stairs under us, and I looked away from the window before looking back at it again. “Triple A my ass. Didn't you hear the news, too, or are you living under a bridge? Everyone believes the poster's threats are real and that somehow he has evidence against the triple A,’’ Another replied.