Bound To The Three Alphas Novels & Stories

“Every time you touch me lately, it gets stronger. Like the power likes you, likes all of you. It feels really good, warm and safe.” He smiled softly and kept holding my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. “Then let it happen. We are not afraid of your power, Rowan. We love it, and we love you.” I blushed and looked back at the scroll. “So this God of Dominion… do you think it has something to do with me? The dreams keep showing me as this glowing figure, and the seal breaking because of our bond?” Dante nodded slowly. “It might. The text says the seal weakens when the Omega finds his true anchors, three hearts bound by love and protection. That sounds a lot like us.”

“Not the next name. Not the half-broken one. Not her. Me. The seal. The lock.” “I feel you—” My voice broke on a gasp as he angled deeper. “Kael—” He fucked me with the full weight of the Alpha claim and the knowledge that somewhere beyond the coastal markers another candidate was already being shaped. Every thrust forced pure possession into the lock. Every roll of my hips answered with equal force. The table creaked. The silver scars on our arms blazed. Through the fully open bond I felt his climax building in tandem with mine and deliberately tightened around him until a raw sound tore from his chest.

I was the sly, treacherous energy of Jace‘s Alpha wolf smashing into my head the way Kaelen‘s ruthless ice and Caleb‘s turbulent fire did. The volume of the magic was excruciatingly painful. Binding the single Alpha was a rarity. Binding three of them was an almost impossible myth. Everything was going completely white. My knees buckled as theOld Luna magic of old combined our souls together forming a four-way, unbreakable pact. Strong arms stopped me from crashing into the stone. Kaelen swept me up against his naked, bleeding chest as his cold presence grew stronger to keep my shivering self grounded. “All over with,” growled Kaelen in Jace‘s direction, clutching me fiercely. “Cancel th

That’s when the door burst open. Gavin stood in the doorway, breathless, a stack of paper in his hands. “You need to hear this.” Harley stood, alert. “What is it?” Gavin’s eyes locked on me. “The bond. The three of us.” My chest tightened. “I found something buried in an old High Council record,” he said. “Three-mate bonds are obviously rare already, but there’s only been one documentation of something to this extent. Three Alphas.” I sat up straighter. “And?”

Obediently, I reached out and the moment my fingers touched the paper, my body went still. My breath hitched. Because in that moment, an electrifying sensation rushed through me, and the next time I blinked, the words on the paper began to slowly appear. My eyes widened so much they almost popped out as the ink formed. Bold black letters spelling out something anyone could understand at a single glance: This is a binding agreement between the three Alphas—Alpha Lucien, Alpha Claude, and Alpha Silas of the Fangspire Pack and the Omega, Lilith, daughter of the late Beta Jayden.

The woman’s gaze shifted toward her. “You are Silver Hale.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” Silver answered quietly. Another elder leaned forward, resting his weathered hands on the table. “We have heard extraordinary claims about you.” Kael gave a quiet snort. “They’re not claims.” His sharp voice carried across the chamber. “They’re facts.” The elder raised an eyebrow but continued. “Three Alphas bound to one mate.” Silence settled over the room. Even among wolf packs, where unusual bonds were not unheard of, this was unprecedented.

Hated that standing this close to him made something deep inside me stir, something restless and unfamiliar, something that hummed beneath my skin like it had been waiting to wake. I refused to name it. Refused to give it power. “Our heart belongs to Amelia.” Not his heart. Ours. The reminder twisted inside me, slow and cruel. Three of them. Three wolves. Three Alphas bound so tightly together that even their emotions blurred into one possessive force. When one felt, the others echoed. When one claimed, the others reinforced it. There was no separation. No space. Just a united front of dominance and certainty. And somehow, impossibly, I was trapped in the center of it.

“You can’t and won’t trick me further, Alpha Cyrus.” “No,” he muttered before closing the distance between our bodies and grabbing my arms. “Don’t go back to calling me Alpha. Don’t.” I raged. “Don’t touch me!” “I’m fucking crazy about you, Eva,” he told me while holding onto me even tighter. He searched my eyes as he spoke. “You have no fucking idea how crazy the thought of you makes me. I can’t function when you’re close to me. I can’t even fucking breathe.”

The Nightstorm Pack is like a curse in my life, I can still feel their shadows chasing me. My clattering teeth won't stop making noise as I follow Marcus obediently while he clears the path. “Let's tie a rope around ourselves for the weak ones who can't keep up with the Alphas,” Bruce sneers as we walk into the light of the camp. I ignore the mean boy and take a seat on a log which is closer to the fire. The warmth from the fire brings tears to my eyes but i immediately wipe it away so no one else notices. Marcus stays at my side to make sure I am okay while the twins struggle to add more sticks to the fire so it will last us a long time.

When a brutal warlord eradicated her pack six years ago, Valerie Vance swore an oath of vengeance. Living as a ghost in the frozen wilderness of the Iron Ridge, she sacrificed everything to protect her surviving brother and the shattered remnants of her people. But when a tactical ambush goes disastrously wrong, Valerie is captured by the very monster who destroyed her past: Soren Blackwood, the ruthless Sovereign Alpha of the Northern Apex. ​Instead of ordering her execution, Soren demands a soul-binding blood contract. He offers her pack immunity and survival in exchange for Valerie’s total submission as his personal blood-anchor and captive. Forced into the opulent, deadly sanctuary of