Claimed By The Lycan Triplets Novels & Stories

"We land in ten minutes. The Alpha has called an emergency council meeting to beg for an extension. He thinks he is meeting a standard tax collector." He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling onto the two small children sitting on the leather couch. Leo gave the King a small, brave salute. Lyra simply nodded her head with the perfect politeness of a little princess. Dominic’s expression softened for a brief moment. He looked at Leo's dark hair, then at Lyra's bright eyes. Deep within his chest, a low, quiet sound rumbled—the sound of a dominant Lycan wolf acknowledging something very precious. He still didn't know the truth. He knew they were my children, but he didn't know their real f

I'm a thirty year old body, ladies still trip over his abs and muscles. Jules never got married, so I think this might be his foster daughter. “I don't care who she is, I want to know what all this is about,” I said, still looking at Natalie from head to toe, her presence felt familiar. “The Lycan king can't stay without a Luna, and so we brought it upon ourselves to find you one,” My right-hand man said, and if I had not been trained against Violence, I would have punched him in the face and damned the consequences.

“Lira? Bring her to the private receiving hall. We will meet her shortly.” Kai turned in his arms, searching his face. “Who is this Lira? You look troubled.” Darius sighed and helped Kai into soft black robes that loosely covered his changed figure. “She is a female Lycan from a noble pack. We had some history years ago, but nothing serious. Stay close to me when we meet her. Do not leave my side.”

In Blue Moon I knew a Lycan who had two shewolves as his fated mates. Finally, I could only nod at Adam who looked like he had just heard something strange. "Yes. At Theta it's not surprising to have two or three mates.” Luca came with meat that had been cut into pieces. “Wait, let me guess. The three of you… brothers?” Adam looked at him with that look again. He was still digesting this information in shock. “Of course. We are triplets, and all of us are destined to have one mate.”

I’m going to need them. Can you get here, soon? We’re in the living room. Yea, I’m on my way. Give me five minutes. Does she know you linked me? No. She’s playing dirty too. She isn’t paying attention, so she isn’t going to suspect a thing. How are the triplets dealing with you being her other mate? They’re wolves, so possessive. Hey! If the shoe fits Dante. Whatever. Plus, I’m Lycan, a more superior species. Did you go with the “side-chick mate” line?

Lyra’s cold, smooth voice filled my ears from the doorway, “you sure have a way of manipulating people.” She leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed, a cruel smile stretched across her perfect lips. She looked me over slowly, from my tangled hair to my bare feet with her nose wrinkled like she could smell something rotten. “I can’t believe he hasn’t killed you yet,” she continued, pushing herself off the door frame and stepping into the room. The door slammed shut behind her with a light thud. “The formidable Lycan triplets mated to a good-for-nothing… gutter rat.” she spat the last two words with such clean, sharp disdain that it landed like a slap.

"What did they take?" "The Eye of Malakor," he muttered against her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right behind her ear. He buried his face in her dark hair, breathing in her scent of crushed pine and rain to settle his roaring wolf. "A dark relic. Lucien is inside the city, Aria. He has allies on my Council, and he knows what you are." Aria turned in his arms, her heart spiking with sudden adrenaline. "Then stop hiding me in this tower."

"An ancient prophecy foretelling the fall of false rulers and the rise of three sovereign powers—born of Lycan blood and wolf strength. Balanced. United. Uncontrollable." A knot formed in my chest. "They said it would never happen," another elder muttered. "That the bloodlines were too divided." "They were wrong," Lyra said sharply. I felt the triplets stir—calm, aware. "They're not weapons," I said quietly, fury threading my voice. "They're children." "And that," Kael said grimly, "is exactly why they terrify us." Ronan stepped closer to me, his presence a shield. "Any hand raised against them will be treated as treason."

He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race. In battle, they fought in a half-human, half-wolf form, making them more agile and powerful than ordinary werewolves. But Lycans were very rare. "But how are you here?" I asked, finally taking his hand for a handshake. "Tracking a few vicious rogues," he said, furrowing his brow. I remembered Blake mentioning rogue attacks along the border recently. Just then, a doctor walked over. "I'm sorry, Alpha Logan. We did our best, but we couldn't stop your brother's bleeding."

The brothers—her mates—stood unmasked before the world. “We are not just wolves,” Enzo continued, his voice striking through the chaos like lightning. “We are Lycan wolves. Born of the ancient bloodline, bearers of power thought lost, destined to rise again not as one, but as four. Our children carry this blood. They are ours—not by claim, but by birth.”