Iconic Trio Novels & Stories

They had thrown a big party for her, inviting the whole pack to celebrate. The triplets still had one more year of school left to complete. But they were managing to balance their studies with their duties as Alphas. It wasn’t easy, but they were determined to finish their education just like their father would have wanted. Three months after Zach’s execution, Ava and the triplets had held their official mating ceremony. It had been the most beautiful wedding the pack had ever seen. Ava had worn a white dress that sparkled in the sunlight, and the triplets had worn matching black suits.

His hand rested on my thigh under the table, a constant anchor. “The triplets are real,” Rico said without preamble, sliding the file over. “Valeria had three more children she hid even from Dante and Bianca. Two brothers and a sister, all in their mid-twenties. Trained separately. The oldest, Viktor, is ex-special forces. The middle one, Nikolai, handles the money. The youngest, Katarina, is the strategist. They’re calling themselves the Shadow Triad. They’ve already recruited thirty men from the old loyalists and are promising to restore the ‘true Moretti bloodline.’”

He placed a hand over his own heart. “The Luna.” He touched Tiara’s shoulder gently. “And the Luna’s Shadow Guardian.” He rested a hand on Aldric’s shoulder — a gesture of trust and acceptance. Aldric bowed deeply. Tiara blinked back tears she hadn’t expected. And the pack… The pack ros e to their feet, pounding their fists against their chests, howling in unity — a sound so loud the very walls trembled. The Triad was born. A new era had begun.

“Now that’s Ambrosia to you!” Zayn dissembled a look of shock with the skills of an award-winning actor. It belied his extensive knowledge of the fruit and his plan to take it for himself. The discussion went on for a while. Finally, Joe concluded with another smile, “So you don’t have to pressure yourself too much, alright? The job of the Insurgent Trifecta is to assist the Insurgent Unifecta and Duofecta. The combined power of these two should be enough to accomplish our common goal.”

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.

We must unite against this common enemy. The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, and though my heart didn't crave their apologies, I understood they were seeking solace in shared purpose. Collectively, the triplets’ plea symbolised a turning point—a moment to reshape alliances into something enduring. I nodded, accepting their olive branch, an unspoken bond forming between us. "I promise," I said. Their gratitude was palpable, and a wave of relief swept over them. It was a shift not only in stance but also in spirit.

I hadn't expected Connor to say that and it definitely stabbed my heart to see no iota of care no regret etched on his features. “It doesn't look like it.” Gunter sneered, eyeing me like I was garbage drenched in mud. Connor didn't need them to say more. The triplets were known to be very domineering, intimidating and dominating. Their father's hierarchy only added to their ego… so going against them was never a good decision. Especially Connor, his father and the triplets' father are allies on the surface, but in reality, he is constantly suppressed. He cannot afford to offend the triplets, as it would bring catastrophic consequences to his pack. I know it, I understand it, although it real

But when my name was called, the energy in the hall shifted. “Ava Robertson.” As I stood, I noticed how stiff my knees were, but before I could take a step, the triplets all rose with me. Their chairs scraped the floor in unison while they stood, and the crowd gasped like it had been staged. Every head was turned toward us. The triplets didn’t even hesitate. They moved with me, matching my pace as I walked to the stage, as if they were giving the pack a statement that I wasn’t just Ava, walking alone. I was Ava with them, and I’d always be with them.

My desires began to grow, and I was helpless against it. Tristan's blue eyes narrowed on me. He leaned his face towards me, and our lips were only a few centimetres apart. My lips parted of their own accords, eagerly waiting for the touch. "Quit playing with the girl, will you?" Titan hissed from behind us. I heard Tilder laughed a bit before he whined. "You just had to take the fun away, Titan." He pouted. Tristan got up from me, and I scrambled away. I couldn't believe that I had nearly fallen for the antics of the three brothers.

"You need to learn how to be a brother again. You’re so busy being the 'Keeper' that you’ve forgotten that your siblings are your partners. If they fall, the mountain has no filter. It will consume you." Caleb flinched. It was the first time I’d seen him look like a fifteen-year-old in days. "Again," Elena said from the porch. "From the top. Colin, anchor the house this time. Cindy, listen for the drone’s pilot. Caleb... keep the neighbors from seeing what's going on in here." The triplets looked at each other. For the first time, I saw a spark of the old triplet synergy; the 'Three-Headed Force.' They didn't need a pack. They were a resonance.