Long Lost Triplets Novels & Stories

Trembling, I reached out to grasp Damien's hand. "The triplets, Damien," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. "What about our children?" Squeezing my hand lovingly, Damien leaned in closer, his eyes filled with compassion. "Miraculously, our beloved triplets are unharmed," he assured me, a mixture of relief and awe evident in his voice.

"So, you're aware of the verbiage used. Three by three. Since the curse was cast, the Meaths and Galloways have not been blessed with true love. Not once. Nothing lasts and relationships end badly. We have walked the Earth for three centuries, never feeling at peace and constantly searching for it." She paused. "A few months after I was born, the Meath family delivered a set of male triplets. The first in three-hundred years to have three born. Fiona came a year later. And when Mom learned she was expecting you, she and Aunt Mara began to plan. The pregnancy was kept secret. You arrived with blue eyes just like us, and that confirmed everything. They sent you away."

"I thought Lord Finn only needed two of them." The second voice spoke. Lord Finn? The guy who choked Aurora last night? "He asked us to capture the hybrids too, dummy." They'd probably report the girls' disappearance." "By the way, what does he need them for?" The other voice asked, and the sound of padlocks being unlocked bounced through the walls of the hallway. I remained still, paying close attention to the conversation. Somehow, I was linking the subject of their conversation to Matthew, Jake, Aurora, and me. But I'm about to confirm that.

It had been a few days since the big brunch and the pile of furs. Things in the house felt strange. On the surface, the triplets were being better than ever. They were always there, always touching me, and always making sure I had everything I needed. But there was something underneath it all that felt off.

Then he saw the midwife’s report on top. “Carla’s pregnant… with triplets? Three pups?” he was stunned. Nora said, “You’ll never see those pups. And all your illegal activities? They’ve been reported. You’re finished.” In that moment, Leon collapsed.

"Both of them? How can that be? How can she be mated to both of them? I thought that was a myth." “I don’t know; it’s rare but true. She is mated to both of them, and they, in turn, are mated to her and each other. It’s a triad bond, a rare and complicated phenomenon. However, that’s not even the problem.” Adam rubbed his temples, struggling to comprehend the situation. “This is disastrous,” He muttered. “It could lead to numerous complications. How are you going to handle this?” I sighed, “I don’t know. However, there’s something else I need to tell you—something I’ve just discovered.”

The doctor says. That makes me and dad both whip our heads around. She just said, babies. None of the ultrasounds ever showed more than one baby. The doctor explained that the baby we saw was a boy and he was big, so the other two little girls were being hidden by their brother. Holy fuck, mom just had triplets. The doctor lets me and dad see mom in her room. I notice that she is pale but looks happy. The doctor did say that, unfortunately, these are the last kids that mom and dad can have. They had to remove my mom’s uterus because of the traumatic birth. “Are you ok with this mom?” I ask.

She added with a serious look on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her. The triplets stared at her askance. “Ladies room? This is the men’s room.” Another of the triplets spoke. His hair was tied into a neat bun. One noticeable feature that Irene could see was that all three brothers had the same color of hair, skin, and eyes. She could only tell who was who by their voices and their hairstyles.

She had nothing left. "I can’t," she gasped. "Anna, I can’t!" Anna gripped her hand so hard it felt like her bones might snap. "You have to!" Georgia let out a broken cry, her body trembling violently. And then…. The third cry. Anna let out a shuddering breath, carefully wrapping the last baby in a blanket. Georgia collapsed back against the floor, her entire body shaking. She couldn’t believe it. Three. Three babies. Anna’s voice was thick with emotion. "Georgia… you have triplets."

My kind, steady doctor held me tight against his chest, murmuring soft words of comfort, but I could feel the quiet sadness and helplessness radiating from him too. Later that night, after Landon had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep in my bed, clinging to me like he was afraid I might disappear and Mom had retired to her room with worried eyes, I slipped out to the back porch alone. The cool night air wrapped around me as I sat on the old wooden steps, staring into the dark forest. The mate bond was still there, painful and insistent, whispering that the triplets were close. That they were suffering too. That maybe, just maybe, they truly regretted what they had done.