Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets Novels & Stories

Yet, he was the one who rejected them, callously abandoning them to their fate. But who could blame him? It hadn't been easy for him either. As a Lion Pride member, he had envisioned being Mated to a gentle Omega, much like his own Birth Omega had Mated with his father. Never in his wildest dreams did he anticipate becoming the mate of triplets who possessed dual-shifter abilities. At the time, he did not know about being a Recessive Alpha or the possibility of conceiving children. He believed he would be of no use to the Triplets if he became their mate.

“You’ve met his father.” That shut the air up for a second. Because yes. They had. A future Alpha who fought too hard was probably called disciplined. Strong. Worthy. Not frightened. Not unstable. Never in need of gentleness. Isla hated that understanding him even a little made her angrier at him, not less. The path narrowed. Frost clung to exposed roots and stones. Above them, the sky had darkened into the heavy gray that promised snow before nightfall. The bond pulled left.

“What a nightmare.” My chest ached, but I didn’t react. I couldn’t. Selene had been tormenting me for years. She enjoyed it. It was a game to her. She watched me for a moment longer before finally stepping back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Hurry up, foolish girl. The triplets will be here soon, and they expect perfection.” The triplets. Ronan, Kieran, and Elias. The future Alphas. I swallowed back the wave of anxiety that hit me at the thought of them. If Selene was cruel, they were worse.

If this was what it took for me to survive this new life, I would accept it with gratitude. Standing at the center of the garage was the triplets, wearing their navy blue uniforms. I couldn't help but notice how different they looked. They seemed more human. Still, there were hints of their wolf heritage—the sharpness of their gazes, their upright posture, and their wild manes of hair—that were impossible to hide. It was just softened by the navy blue and gray of their uniforms. "I will remind you again not to test their patience. They are Alphas, expected to take over for their father when the time comes. You do not want to cross them." Her voice was crisp and authoritative as she spoke, an

“A wish?” She nodded. “Anything.” I sat back, suddenly alert. “What kind of ritual?” Valerie hesitated before she spoke. “It’s for the werewolf kingdom. They’re choosing a bride for the Alphas.” I stared at her taken aback by her words. “You’re joking.” “I wish I was,” she said quietly and sighed. “The alphas are triplets. Powerful, feared. No one knows anything about them except that they’re ruthless and I also heard they’re ugly. People say they can’t find a bride in their kingdom.

Once my stepdad started to turn into the person he was, Alex was one of the few people to see it first hand and could relate and help me through it, as his father was much of the same. “I’m fine.” I told him, as I turned back to face the line of students who were lost in their own worlds, with music in their ears, half asleep. “Just checking.” He replied as he stood behind me. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes lingering, but I did my best to ignore it as I put one headphone back in my ear. It wasn’t long before Raven and the rest of the crew were in the alley and Alex had joined them. I could hear them over my music laughing and talking with one another. It seemed like they were distr

My hands clenched into fists under the table. Then came the much-anticipated topic. "Blue Moon is left without an Alpha," Alpha Aragon said, "Have you decided to step up and take the place, Stuart?" The beta faltered; his expression was taut. "I would never." He cleared his throat, his eyes rolling to me. "Besides, we've already decided on the next Alpha." Anxiety licked at my skin. "You mean—" "Yes, Luna Peony. We all know that the triplets are Alpha Xander's offspring. So they are the ones who deserve to inherit the leadership, regardless of any past agreements."

Sadly, I had fallen into their trap. The three of them were sons of Alphas from allied packs, yet their behavior was anything but noble. While Hardin had embraced responsibility, Alex and Sandro clung to their reckless immaturity. It infuriated me. And yet, to my shame, I couldn’t help the crush I’d developed on them—Alex and Sandro. I hated how greedy it made me feel, the way I wanted them despite knowing better. It wasn’t my fault, though. They had crossed lines and touched me in ways they shouldn’t have. They didn’t even care that they were blood-related or about my dignity.

Chapter 100 MATED TO MY THREE ALPHA BULLIES Dear gentle reader, the triplets plus sized mate has been successful ended. However, there is another volume featuring a similar trope and exposing the life of a young highschool student bought by three ruthless Alpha… Enjoy! ****MATED TO MY THEE ALPHA BULLIES**** AMBER'S POV It was in the night and my brother and I were coming back from a game hub. The wind was caressing my skin, making me feel sleepy as I was already exhausted.

“You three are acting crazy. We don’t know if we’re mates. This pack and leading it is your legacy. I’m just some type of something. You three are the Alpha Triplets of the Far-Side Moon Pack. I’m just good old Detective Alsie, who doesn’t quite fit in here and who doesn’t quite fit in with the humans either. As wonderful as it sounds, I won’t let any of you give up your legacy or do anything that will hurt the pack.” “Alsie?” “Yes, Alpha.” “You four are mates. 100%, without a doubt, mates. Born to be together, tied together until death.”