Long Lost Triplets Novels & Stories

“Darren was not born alone, and he was not born with just Darien, there were three of them, triplets.” Raphael’s brows furrowed slightly, confusion flickering across his face. “Triplets?” “Yes,” she replied, her tone calm. “At the time they were born, the law regarding triplets was still active, and it was considered a curse, especially when all three were male and their mother died during childbirth.” I watched Raphael’s expression shift slowly, the confusion deepening as he tried to piece it together, and I could feel the tension in the room shifting as well, as though everything was slowly falling into place but not in a way that brought any comfort.

“Sorry, baby girl. I ran us too long. You need to shower quick and get downstairs. The triplets will be home in less than an hour.” I rolled my eyes. I’ve been in this home for less than twenty-four hours and I noticed that whenever anyone spoke of the boys, they called them ‘the triplets’ and had a note of reverence in their voice. I know identical triplets are rare, but it’s not unheard of for crying out loud.

Alive in a way it never had before. “I was told…” My voice faltered. “I was told I couldn’t conceive. Ever.” Alpha Ryder turned then, his expression torn between awe and something dangerously close to fear. He stepped closer to the bed, resting one hand on the rail. “The healers explained,” he said carefully. “This pregnancy is… unusual. Very early, but strong. Stronger than most first conceptions.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Triplets are rare. Triplets conceived under stress and trauma are rarer still.”

His eyes welled up in tears as he said, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I should have been more careful. I won’t rest until I find them. The triplets are very precious to me. Just like you are. I love you all so much and trust me, this situation hurts me as well. We shall find them.” Ultimately, Tessa calmed down; she clung to Aaron for dear life, needing the support and comfort he was giving her. They then went back to town as the technicians began another search for the triplets. Tessa stood by the window in Aaron’s apartment and stared at the full moon. She couldn’t help but wonder how the kids were doing. She only hoped they were alive and well. A warm scarf was suddenly placed around her sho

Kris’s eyes were wide as she looked at the monitor. “What?” I looked between her and the screen. “Triplets.” The doctor said simply. “This is baby A, baby B and this little one is baby C. Three separate sacks with their own placentas.” As soon as the doctor stopped speaking, the room fell silent. I just stared at the monitor in disbelief. “What?” Colt asked after a moment.

Everyone is already back at the pack and Kai and Dan are back to their human form and now putting on clothes. Astrid wanted to see the triplets immediately before doing anything else, so the trio went upstairs to the room they had kept the triplets and a maid to watch over them. When they got to the room, the sight that met them was something they never expected. The maid they had left in charge of the triplets was lying dead on the floor, drowning in a pool of her own blood and the triplets were nowhere to be found.

The elders were threatening to get a breeder for me, as they claimed that I needed an heir. I wasn’t having it, Hazel was my Luna and I never needed an heir that was not coming from her. Hazel disagreed, she feared that I would someday get tired of her barrenness. But I never blamed her for our misfortune. When she found out she was pregnant, she became the happiest woman, but that didn’t last when the pack doctor disclosed to her that she was carrying triplets and that it wasn’t healthy. She wasn’t strong enough, she either aborted the triplets or she would have to carry them till term, with a high chance of losing her life. I made my choice and it was her. But Hazel made me swear on her th

“Hey! How do you know my name? Hello?! Where'd you go?! Hello?!” I screamed as I fell into something like a rabbit hole. I opened my eyes again and I was back in the hospital. I had remembered everything. “Where's my baby?” I croaked out. “Calm down” Doctor Montoya smiled. “Here they are” Emily grinned walking in with a baby. André followed with a second baby and Jude with the last baby. “I have triplets?” I sobbed happily. “Well, two were born on New Year's Eve; ten minutes apart, and the third was born on New Year's Day, five minutes apart from the last.”

Ask Julian why the fourth triplet didn't make it to the ultrasound. The air in the grand corridor was cold. Every portrait on the wall—the stern-faced Blackwood men and their perfectly manicured wives—seemed to be watching her with the same clinical detachment Julian had shown in the conservatory. She felt a phantom weight in her womb, a memory of the early weeks in Geneva when her body had felt like a battlefield. She had been told one of the embryos hadn’t survived the first trimester. A "natural reduction," the doctors had called it. She looked at the back of Evelyn’s head, at the perfect silver coil of her hair. If the doctors were on the Blackwood payroll, "natural" was just a word they

The only thing I was a bit confused about was what he wanted. As we kept many things in mind, I couldn’t get King Enzo angry at me. He had no idea what I knew from the triplets. Unlike me, the triplets gave themselves to King Enzo. After all, their first time was also the result of their triple pregnancy. All three of them had a pup on the way; they were more than scared, but with my help, they would be alright, hopefully, sadly, King Enzo is still angry at them for sleeping with their husbands a week later.