Her Triplet Alphas By Joanna J Novels & Stories

“She’s the one the visions warned us about. The girl who can resist the Alpha bond. The one with three threads tied to her neck.” “Three?” I turned now, eyes narrowing. He nodded. “The triplets. Dax. Kai. Riven. All three are bound to her. They would have marked her during the Trials—together, but—” A low whistle left my mouth. “What kind of creature pulls three Alphas like moths to flame?” “A cursed one,” he said bitterly. “The kind that stirs war.” I crossed the room slowly, my boots silent against the black marble. My blade sat on the low obsidian table, its surface catching the moonlight. I picked it up, turning the weapon in my hand.

Even if the bond burned. Alisa's voice rang in my ears, her words venomous and laced with cruelty. “Maybe the Triplets just needed someone to warm their bed. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? A pathetic little Omega like you. No Alpha could ever actually want you.” Her words hit me like daggers, cutting deep into my soul. My chest felt tight, and my vision blurred as the tears I had been desperately holding back began to spill. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Sandra squirms in her seat while Bhakti sends a mental image in return of me laying flat on the bed with Bhakti riding my cock and Sandra riding my face. Sandra sends us a death glare that would maybe have worked if her pupils weren’t blown wide and the smell of her arousal wasn’t starting to seep into the air. Both Bhakti and I just chuckle. “Alphas. Lunas. We just found something.” Joanie’s voice is concerned. The fact that she has slipped back into calling us by our titles isn’t a good sign either. Joanie is one of the most informal wolves that I’ve ever met. If she was back to calling us that, we’re in trouble.

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.

Measured, unhurried, deliberate. I looked up, and my first glimpse of the Triplet Alphas came like a punch to the chest. They descended in perfect synchrony, as if they had rehearsed the movement a thousand times. All three were tall, broad-shouldered, with the same dark hair and angular features as their father. But where Marcus was cold stone, his sons were forged steel—sharp, gleaming, dangerous. I had heard stories about them even in my old pack. The Triplet Alphas. The untouchable princes of Silver Creek. Boys who had been raised on power and cruelty in equal measure.

Seeing his mother happy brought him immense joy. Not wanting to disturb the heartfelt reunion, Alpha Wade didn't waste time enjoying the food. Instead, he happily served his great-grandchildren, their smiles never fading. Nelly knew she had made the right decision in keeping the triplets when she saw how content Alpha Wade was. Though there were risks involved, it was all worth it. Alpha Wade looked at Nelly and spoke up, his voice filled with concern. “Nelly, do the children know who their father is?” Nelly shook her head. “They've never asked me that question.”

The triplet alphas took over those fallen packs and ever since, their inhabitants live at their mercy. I gulped hard, trying to manage my breathlessness. But everything was turning dark in front of my eyes. I held my head. Nausea tore through my chest, cold fear rattling through my bones as I imagined myself meeting the same gruesome end. Until today, three brides have been offered to them and no bride had survived those ruthless alphas. All of them were alpha blood. I was an omega. I wouldn’t survive a day— “Thea!” Alpha held me before I slumped to the floor.

I slammed my forehead with my palm, “Where could she be… she doesn't know anywhere around here.” I walked up the stairs, entered my room, om and sat on the bed, my hands ran through my shoulder-length wavy blonde hair, combing it back. Damien, Daniel, and David. That's the name of us triplets. Damien is the eldest so he is the Alpha, he is the strongest, very calm and collected, and he talks less but he has a hot temper. Damien takes care of the pack's politics. I am Daniel, the second son, I am more in the middle, I do things fifty-fifty, some days I am jovial, other days I am grumpy, and I take care of the company and family business.

Another, deeper voice said, “Whether dead or alive, take her back. She's the best trophy.“ Yet another, more frivolous voice chimed in, “Of course, a natural born whore.“ Three voices, similar yet distinct. Soon, I realized they were the triplet Alphas. They approached, and hands quickly reached for my neck to confirm my life or death. What should I do? They were going to capture me! Just then, an unexpected voice came from nearby, “MATE!“ It was that damned intruder Wade's voice! His second chance here? But... we had already relocated all the female tribe members. Only my mother and I remained. Could it be... No! Impossible! “Ah, no! Let me go!“I don't dare think about it, but soon I heard

The triplet Alphas! Dickson tore his gaze from mine, and I did the same, staring at the trio who made the prom hall their runway. Their strides were slow but confident, and even with the time that I had spent in Hollymoor High School, I still couldn't pinpoint who was who. The triplet Alphas. Landon, Luca, and Logan.