Do The Sturniolo Triplets Have Other Siblings Novels & Stories

one thing was clear, they did not want to be disturbed. I flipped to the last page and pulled a pen out of my pocket to sign it when I saw their names boldly written on one side of the agreement. Ronan, Kael and Dante Thornevale. They were triplets?! It should have been obvious, they had identical facial features, and the identical auras to go with it. Something about their intimidating auras proved that they weren't normal wolves, but I knew better than to pry. I signed the document and shoved the pen back into my pocket only to look up and find the long haired triplet.. Ronan, standing in front of me, staring down with his warm breath hitting my forehead.

Nico, the one who nearly broke my nose last time, then the other two, standing like bodyguards from hell. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath. Triplets? And so identical??? Here in the same school?? How the hell does that even happen? And then, it hits me like a slap. “You touched our sister.” Our sister. My stomach drops. Elena. They’re talking about Elena. When does she ever have a brother? She talks about her parents all the time, how she’s their only child, how lonely it gets sometimes. There’s never any mention of brothers, let alone three carbon copies of each other that look like they just stepped out of a mafia movie.

My stomach was getting unsettled with their looks and they were making me lose my appetite. I had noticed that the triplets always did the same thing at the same time and I wondered how they did it. Did they have a meeting before the start of the day about how they were going to behave or they had a telepathic communication between them and they discussed every minute in their heads? I snorted in my head. I hadn't read about wolves having mental communicative abilities and I knew that couldn't be it. Could it be the first idea I had?

Max said, and I sighed. "But they are siblings, I mean, you guys do that multiple shit when they are triplets, twins... right?" I asked, and he sighed. "No, they are three different Alphas, none related," he said, and I lifted my eyebrows. "That is unheard of," I said, and he chuckled. "Tell me the fuck about it. But we have asked them and her, and they all feel the bond... So, yeah... that´s that," he said with a bit of hesitation.

To the babies gr⁠owing there. “And my babies?” My voic‍e cracke‍d. “Are they part of this?” ‌ “I don’t know⁠ for‍ certain.” Miriam​ leaned forward. “But triplet⁠s‌ fr‍om three Alphas? That​’s never happened. Not once in doc‌umented h‍ist​ory. It’s too pe‍rfect. T‌oo al‌igned with‌ exactly what she wanted.” Foots​te‌ps⁠ behind me. The b⁠rothers. I h​a‍dn‍’t hea‌rd the‍m com‌e in.

"Did you just say triplets?" His rubbing his eyes tiredly told me that was the case here. He was part of a triplet. And the two I had met weren't the type of people I dealt with, especially Milo. His gray sent fear into me like currents. "Milo takes care of Sicily and recently lost his Wi..." he stopped. "Partner. The reason we're all here, Elena." He seemed to have finished with his explanation, but then it wasn't complete, right? He told me he was part of a triplet and said to me about two of them. So what about the third, and what number was he? First? Second?

“Let me help carry it.” I met his warm, inviting eyes, my pulse thumping. He deserved the full story—about my kids, about John, about my life as Scott’s wife. “Liam,” I started, my voice a whisper, “there’s something from my past you need to know.” I paused, gathering my words. “I have triplets—Jace, Niko, and Rhea.” I looked up, watching for his reaction. His expression stayed calm, eyes fixed on mine, a gentle nod urging me to continue. His lips pressed together briefly, then relaxed, his attention fully on me, like every word I said mattered deeply.

My father, Vince, and the boys' father finally came in, their tough-guy exteriors crumbling as they took turns holding the newborns. The triplets climbed into the oversized hospital bed with me, tangling their limbs around mine. "You guys were a disaster today," I whispered into the dark. "We were a little uncalibrated," Nickie admitted. "Next time, we’ll have the protocols down," Luca promised. "Next time?" I groaned. "I just pushed out an entire squad!" "Next time is for the girls," Matteo teased. "The Noir Triplets." I just 'shh'-ed them and closed my eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep surrounded by my six Moretti men.

She loves her children, but she is indifferent to my father, which breaks my heart. I have four siblings: Lindie, Askook, Orson, and Bjorn. Lindie and Askook are snake cubs, while Orson and Bjorn are bear cubs. My older sister, Lindie, is my only sister. She and older brother Orson hatch three years before me, while brothers Askook and Bjorn are one year older than me. There are two more eggs to be hatched; their genders are yet to be known, but most probably they will be males since females are rare.

One of the few people I trusted enough to stand this close to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. “That shoulder wound is not nothing.” I ignored her and walked toward the long wooden table near the center of the church. Maps were spread across it already. Territory lines. Trade routes. Patrol patterns. And one particular drawing. Three names written beside each other. Rune. Blaze. Alora. My gaze lingered there for a moment. Interesting children. Very interesting. Selene followed my line of sight. “So it’s true,” she said quietly. “The triplets survived.”