It Comes In Threes Novelas e Histórias

“Was that—?” She smiles and nods. “They’ve been kicking all morning.” I drop to my knees beside her and press my palm gently to her stomach. Another flutter. Then a thump. My heart actually aches. They’re violent, but I love them. “They’re real,” I whisper. Tara brushes her fingers through my hair. “Of course they’re real.” “Three of them,” I murmur. She exhales softly. “Yes. Three.” I sit back on my heels, trying not to hyperventilate. “What if we have one of each? A Scarlett, a Chris, and an Elliott?” She smirks, “Then I guess we’ll be very busy.”

I take it as my cue to follow her and I do. “The maid chambers is not so bad as Queen Aurora made it out to be, the problem is the people.” She says it shyly. I keep quiet at a loss of words. “Here, we are not allocated individual spaces because we are maids, we are made to stay four, five or six in the room. It depends on the space of the room and the rank.” “Ok.” We walk into a narrow pathway and I wonder how more than three people can fit in a room like this.

, I raised my voice, not wanting to admit what I just understood. “I mean exactly what I said. EACH OF US!!”, we are a Tribrid. “Yes, but we are a mix of werewolf, Lycan and a witch. Should not mate rules apply to us too – as they are the same technically for all three species????”, I asked, genuinely confused now. “No, we are special!!!!”, Aisha now joined the conversation, giggling away. “What does that mean??? We have 3 MATES??? Is that what you are saying?????” I have just started coming around to the possibility of having a mate and now I will have 3???? WHAT????!!!!

“It’s ruled by three.” I blinked, my mind spinning. “Three?” I whispered, my voice trembling. She gave me a small, knowing smile. “You’re about to meet your Alphas.” My knees almostgave out, my heart pounding so fast I thought I’d faint. Three Alphas? What kind of curse had I walked into?

“But I have heard of it. In the hearth stories, all things happen in threes.” “Yes, but there’s a reason for that,” he replied. “Hearth stories have picked up a Fae habit without understanding it. We have the law, or rule, of three. Our magic often involves three...” “Three fisheyes,” I observed. “Yes,” he sounded amused. “Many of the brethren follow the law of three because it is so ingrained in the Fae culture. We consider something said three times to be binding, three gifts, three challenges, three chances...” he pressed his face into my hair. “Remember, anything important involves threes, Siorin.”

“Missed me?” .......... A/n: Mass release 3 of 3~

When I got there, something was wrong. People were gathered around. Everyone was talking loudly. There was shouting and giggling and loud footsteps. “What’s going on?” I asked one of the girls. “You didn’t hear?” she said. “We have new students!” “New students?” “Yes! Three of them. They just joined today. They look like idols. So tall. So fine. They’re all men. I think they’re triplets!” My whole body froze. “Triplets?” “Yes! Isn’t that cool?” the girl said. “And since they’re three, we can each pick one!”

“Oh? And why is that newsworthy?” “Because, my dear,” Thelma continued, clearly enjoying herself, “she’s not just carrying any child. She’s pregnant with triplets. Alpha heirs. True bloods.” The cup in my hand trembled slightly, but I quickly set it down. “Triplets,” I repeated, my voice tight. Thelma nodded, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Isn’t it remarkable? The entire pack is buzzing about it. Alpha Marcellus must be over the moon. Three true-blooded heirs. Can you imagine?”

Her bright orange hair caught my eyes first, contrastes by her beautiful green eyes. “Beta, I've been expecting you. Do come in." As she walked away, Nora gave me the explanation I'd been waiting for. “Things have to be done in threes or else, she feels bad things would happen.” Wow, that was… something. We entered the house and I was blown away. The first thing I noticed was how everything was grouped in threes. Three chairs. Three flower pots. Three pictures on the wall. She came from the kitchen, holding a tray that held coffee and biscuits for us. They smelled freshly baked.

“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.