Iconic Trio Novels & Stories

Wolves around us stiffened, heads ducking, throats bared instinctively. But the Triplets… The Triplet Lycan Kings sat behind them on obsidian thrones, the air warping around them. Tristan—calm, calculating. Lucas—smiling like he already knew the ending. Hayden—massive, silent, molten-gold eyes too sharp. They didn’t just dominate the room. They redefined it. The quads stiffened beside me—Callum’s posture rigid, Jaxon simmering, Seth’s grin gone knife-sharp, Rory too still to be calm.

The trauma of the leaked videos and the tabloid threats had left invisible, bleeding wounds on everyone here. Near the massive stone fireplace stood Jennifer, Marco, and Leo. The subtle shift in their dynamic was beautiful to witness. Marco stood with his hand resting casually, protectively on the small of Jennifer’s back, while Leo flanked her other side, their physical proximity a quiet, undeniable testament to their newly solidified triad. They had survived their own agonizing crucible of mistrust, and they radiated a grounded, hard-won unity.

The warmth of the fire seemed to vanish, replaced by a sharp, suffocating chill. Jordan was staring at the clear plastic window of my wallet. Tucked inside, behind my ID, was a small, creased photograph. It was old—taken four years ago. It showed me, heavily pregnant with the triplets, sitting on a park bench. My head was resting on a man's shoulder, and his hand was resting protectively, intimately, on my swollen belly. Elliot. He was smiling down at me in the photo with pure adoration. We looked like a happy couple. We looked like a family.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and turned around to leave. Just a few steps away, I heard painful groans and worried murmurs from behind me. I snapped my head back to see the three triplets aggressively rubbing their hands on their chest as if they were feeling a sharp pain there. This means one thing, the bond is refusing to break. My heart sank as it became clear that I was getting a mating pull with the most powerful and wealthiest students in this school. All three of them. The Moon Goddess must be playing games with me

I was now a successful doctor, a testament to the power of perseverance and the belief in oneself. But my journey of triumph didn't end there. Alongside my professional accomplishments, I held another precious treasure close to my heart. The triplets, my boys, were a blessing that came unexpectedly but brought immeasurable joy. They represented the love and newfound happiness that blossomed when I chose to forge my own path.

How could they become triplets? Seeing her confusion, Ethan explained, "Back then, you were indeed pregnant with triplets. However, because the third child was hiding behind the other two, it wasn't captured in the ultrasound. During childbirth, you did give birth to triplets. However, after giving birth to the first one, you fainted. At that time, the children suffered from temporary shock and cardiac arrest due to suffocation during childbirth. The doctors thought the child had died. But in fact, they were resuscitated.

Rowan uttered as he didn’t want to feel left out. “Well, you did a great job too. All of you did. Thank you.” Arthur said to them, and they nodded. “Well, you haven’t fulfilled your part of the deal,” Ryan replied, standing next to his brothers, and they all nodded, holding their arms on their chests. “There’s a deal too? What else do I not know?” Aurora asked in surprise. “Trust me to always fulfill the end of my deal, boys. And I announce that it’s official! We are all going on a trip!”

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.

All the emotions dancing in Lauren’s eyes. Lucille smiles at him. “A mate trio is sacred to our Mother above. It is one of the strongest ties in the wolf community. It will weather many trials, even a choice mating.” She knows! The oracle knows that we are a trio. She knows that I rejected my mates and made Christine my choice mate. I start to panic, but remain lucid long enough to hear the next words she says. “If it is between lesser mates, it can disappear to become just a strong friendship. But not so with ranked pack members. Unless all of the members of the trio agree to the rejection, the bond will always remain. Always pull the three together.”

If only the future Alpha triplets felt the same way. Colt, Clay, Cary and I had developed a fragile truce over the years. Where they used to go out of their way to taunt and bully me relentlessly, now they basically ignored me. As long as I stayed out of their way, they stayed out of mine. Of course, that meant I spent the majority of my time dodging them. Because if I happened to cross their path, all bets were off.