Omega and Alpha Triplets
Nicola stood between the triplets, her nerves fraying with each passing moment.
“I don’t like this,” Dylan muttered, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. “Too many eyes on her.”
“Let them look,” Damien said, his tone cold. “They’ll learn soon enough that she’s one of us.”
The murmurs of the pack died down as Alpha Blackstone, the triplets’ father, stepped into the center of the clearing. His presence commanded attention, his voice carrying easily over the assembled wolves.
“We’ve had discord in our pack,” he began, his gaze sweeping the crowd. “Rumors, challenges, and doubts about the bond my sons have chosen. This is unacceptable.”
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