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Vikramaditya leaned back into the leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that he was already in motion, chasing shadows across continents. Mary’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain—You are a father… of triplets. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, but disbelief clung to him like a second skin. Fatherhood had never been part of his carefully charted destiny, and yet here it was, demanding answers he could not ignore. Dharna held those answers, and finding her was more urgent than the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.

“I am excited to be your new leader from now on, I have to appreciate all of you that are here today and that witnessed the naming.” Right, I had been late for that. “The Warren brothers have come in representation of their father and the crimson colony pack as they will be crowned alphas in very little time from now. The silver thistle pack have decided to offer one of our own, Alma Dixon, as a treaty to them.” My ears pricked just as my eyes widened. He had clearly said my name. Clearly! Fear flowed down my back as my face squeezed into a horrified look. I'm being sold!

They all replied back. SInce the triplets took over, Tank became Alpha and his sisters were betas, they ran the pack like all 3 were Alphas. The whole pack knew if it hadn't been for the triplets most of them would be rogues by now or worse. Apparently before the attack on Josiah, the triplets had been working on this place. It was their safe haven and vacation spot. Now it was home.

*Mia’s POV:* “Oh, Mia. That is a bad thing to say when you are meeting someone for the first time. These are Liam, Luis, and Leon Oscar. Leon is the oldest of the triplets and Alpha David’s firstborn son, while Luis is the second, and Liam is the last born. They are popularly called Triple L. Unfortunately, their mother, Luna Esther, died after their birth. They are our upcoming Alphas.” Mom said, smiling and introducing the triplet bad boys to me. However, I glared at them.

The triplets arrived shortly after, each carrying a bag of food and drink. "Get up," they groaned at Michelle, yanking her up by her clothing. "I was here before you," she whined. "Tough shit," one of the triplets snapped back, shoving Michelle aside with an annoyed glare. "We brought food. You brought nothing." The triplets spread out the bounty, revealing various fast food items and snacks. The smell of burgers, fries, and sugary sodas filled the air, heightening everyone's appetite.

Their pack had been excommunicated because they went around kicking smaller packs, and it was a crime. The supernatural world did not have a ruler, but when Tristan was alive, he was feared and revered, and a lot of people saw him as a leader. And he was respected as such. Clayton was one of their sons. He was powerful but stupid, just like his parents. He left them, wanting to build his own pack, one that wasn't excommunicated. He had a small pack, but they were no different from the one his parents had. He loved violence, but the only good thing was that he acquired for himself a small farm and a house for his family. However, they were unable to manage the farm, and so the business crumbl

Calla’s POV I didn’t drive home with the triplets. Instead, Elera and I took public transport, chatting and laughing, the city passing by in a blur outside the window. It was a small relief to avoid the suffocating presence of the triplets for just a little while. When I got home, I was told they were holed up in the game room, probably trying to one-up each other in some ridiculous competition. I stormed in, slamming the door behind me with a satisfying thud.

It was almost as cold as he was. “Hmm.” He made a rumbling noise of acknowledgment in his chest and waved me over to an empty seat at the corner of the study. I guess I couldn’t exactly complain about his barely-there attempt at talking to me since my three triplets' older brothers were already occupying the seats across his large mahogany table. Elliot, Ellis, and Eric. They were identical in every sense of the word. All with Alpha wolves, physically strong, perfect chiseled frames, and overly protective of me. If I hadn’t spent the last eighteen years growing up with them, I wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

Here, no one knew their identities and she could take care of and raise the triplets calmly and safely as ordinary people. The triplets, with the superiority they showed early on, were only considered more special here, considered smart kids, but they didn't face much danger. It's not that Sarena hasn't learned that if the triplets are raised as part of the werewolf world, at a certain age, they need to undergo special training, especially for children born to an Alpha, because they are prepared to lead and protect the pack, no matter how small the pack is. One thing that worries Sarena the most is that the triplet might split, when the time comes for Morgan to choose who will be his success

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?