Los Tres Hermanos Novels & Stories

No one could see the figure. Only the sound. ⸻ Leonardo instinctively stepped beside Alessio. His memories were still incomplete. But his instincts had returned completely. “No matter who comes…” he whispered. “…we stand together.” Alessio smiled. “As always.” Damien quietly stood beside them. The three brothers formed a single line. No discussion. No hesitation. ⸻ Seraphina looked at them with tears in her eyes. Three brothers. Three Keepers. One family. ⸻

She whines. "Where are my three little puties?" She asks. "They should be here very-" "Mummy! Aunty May!" The three busted into my office before I could finish talking. "Ethan? Bianca? Alessio?" "Aunty Bianca!" They screamed in unison and rushed to the phone. "How are you three? Are you just coming back from school?" She asks and they answered. "I can speak Italy now, Aunty Bianca." My only daughter, the last among the triplets says.

“You are only going to spoil her. Just leave it. Althea understands.” Pepper explained, while my eyes never left the three. The brothers did not complain when Althea made it uncomfortable for them. They only shifted a little bit to provide room for her. Her place within her brothers was magnified in that one act, and it completely blew my mind at how neatly integrated the three were. “They are triplets. They have a bond that is deeper.” Pepper explained. Feeling like a failure because I could not provide what my daughter wanted, I sighed and bid them goodnight.

"You steal the spotlight, cara. That dress… it's Agnona, isn't it? The cut is perfect for you. It accentuates your shoulders. And your eyes. You have this… this light. A light I have never seen in you before. Not even when you were little and you triumphed over your brothers in races." She speaks of my brothers. The triplets: Victorio, Salvador, and Auracio Junior. My elders by three years, a living, noisy, inseparable rampart, who still occupy, with their wives, the west wing of the family manor. "How are they? And their wives? Still as… confused living under the same roof?" A spark of amused exasperation in her eyes.

He sounds serious, but the goofy grin proves he's joking. Now, I have enough time to look at them. I could sweat they are triplets now because, holy fuck, how can three men look like each other? Other than the fact that the hyperactive one is shorter and the last one is taller and bulkier, they are nearly mirror images of each other. "I'm sorry if we come across as rude. First of all, hello. I'm Lazarus, and these are my brothers Luka and Lenox," he motions at the brothers and both grin at me, offering a slight wave of their hands.

I paused, taking my phone back "But I'm taking this message very seriously," I studied my brother's reactions. Oris seemed interested as he nodded, but his expression fell blank. Part of me wondered if either of my brothers knew that Elsie was training in secret, and if they had known then…who knows what would happen then. My trust in them would be gone completely. I expected the three of us to be completely honest with each other, not only were our brotherly bonds strong, but the Alpha bonds strengthened that. "Oris? Kai?" I asked my brothers, studying their expressions once more. Kai seems unsettled, I watched his throat as he swallowed thickly, unable to remain eye contact with me.

Lucas said nothing, but his red-rimmed eyes fixed on Miranda with an intensity that made her want to look away. Kyson cleared his throat. "We should introduce ourselves properly. I am Kyson, the eldest. I run the pack's business operations and investments." "Hayden," the silver-haired one said shortly. "Middle son. I handle pack security and military affairs." "Lucas," the youngest added, his voice still thick with grief. "I work in tech development and innovation for the pack." They stood there in an awkward cluster at the entrance. Three brothers who had just lost their father. One woman who was supposed to choose which one to marry.

Eleanor stood obediently, blinking her big blue eyes. After looking at the three faces one by one, Bianca returned to focus on Christopher and Christian. After looking for a while, she couldn't tell the difference. The first expressionless face was exactly the same as her memory of her little nephew. Christian stepped out of the line, affectionately grabbed Bianca's hand, and shook it, then earnestly explained. "My dear beautiful and elegant Auntie, we are indeed bona fide triplets. Mommy gave birth to the three of us, but Big Brother got lost by accident. Mommy has been looking for Big Brother all these years."

Shocked. “Ready?” Riguel asked. Absolutely not. But I nodded. The second I stepped out, the whispers hit like waves. “—it’s her—” “—gone three years—” “—the audacity—” “—those are the boys—” I kept the boys close. Luca stepped in front of his brothers like he was born to guard them. Noah glued himself to my hip. Mateo waved at strangers like he was greeting old friends. “I’m Mateo! These are my brothers! We’re triplets!”

"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone. I'll leave. I'll..." "You're not leaving." "Please...." "They're my brothers," Kieran said, cutting her off. His hand moved from her waist to cup the back of her neck, his thumb brushing along her jaw in a gesture that was somehow both soothing and possessive. "They won't hurt you." "Your brothers?" Elara's voice pitched upward. "There are more of you?" Kieran's smile turned absolutely wicked. "Three of us, actually. Triplets." Oh god.