Redhead Triplets Novels & Stories

It seemed strange that the triplets would trust another male around their mate, especially when she was pregnant. I studied the guy. He had features similar to Garret. They both had short, tidy, light brown hair. Garret had soft, golden-brown eyes, and Zay had—I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but I was too concerned about Alpha Ledger to notice much of anything—Zay’s eyes were red. My hair stood on end. I felt a strange aura around him the longer I looked at him.

I replied and Aaron burst out laughing, cheering my idea with another clink of our bottles. Rhys screamed at our sons but the werewolves and dragons seemed to have tuned out the outside world. Only the enemy existed with them in their isolated universe. The pack members had gathered in the woods by this time except for the rest of the two sets of triplets. The Goddess knows where were they went to stir trouble. However, I had pretty much given up. I was not aware that my mate’s sperm and mine were so potent to make triplets every time we ditched the c*ndom. The three sets of triplets were only a year apart from each other and given their close ages, they seemed to create the same problems ni

ELIZABETH’S POV “Choose your fiancé from one of the triplets, Elizabeth, and you will be engaged within the next summer.” I stare blankly at the photos my father placed before me, portraits of the famous and formidable Ashford triplets—Alexander, Kai, and Ronan Ashford. I’m well aware of who they are, though I've never actually met them before. They are Alpha heirs of the Shadowfang Pack, which is second in power to none other than the Royal Pack, led by our Alpha King—my father.

She waved me over with the enthusiasm of a woman who definitely had gossip ready to burst. “Oh gods, sit. Sit, I have things,” she said, pulling me down onto the bench like we were back in high school. “Okay, so. Did you meet the triplets from Greynight yet? They’re healers and all three of them are stupid hot. Two are mated and the third is open. Like open open. I think she has her eyes on that broody weapons master you keep avoiding.” I cackled. “Tarin.” “What?” She smirked. “I just report the news.”

After waiting for an hour, finally, the triplets decided to grace them with their presence. But this time, something was off. Their faces were devoid of emotion. Not like they usually smiled at the elders, but this time felt strange. They smelled dangerous. They looked even more dangerous. Their eyes could burn. But again, they thought, what could go wrong? The elders came prepared with enough guards and weapons. The triplets stormed in dressed in all black. Hael was cladded in his signature black suit, shoes and tie. Elion…in his signature black shirt, leather jacket, trousers and leather boots.

Kiara said. "What the hell they say?" Have they gone senile with their own pack rules?" Gwenna's voice was sharp. "Who are those three morons?" "Sebastian and..." Kiara tried to remember the other two guys' names, but her memory was poor when it came to unpleasant things or people. "And his two brothers. I can't remember the names of the other two. They are triplets." "There are many twins and triplets in this pack. But the triplets, who are all idiots, must be the only ones. When is Alpha Dave going to give them a lesson they never forget?"

Their breakup remains unknown, but rumors about a third party are swirling around. Leila Walter was another stunning redhead. He definitely lived up to his reputation as Mr. Dangerous. Always playing around, having a good time, as if life was one big game. My screen continued to display more redheads. Damn, they were gorgeous, chic, and classy in every photo. What was the deal with his obsession with red hair? But Zoey was blonde… The next morning, I woke up to find myself drooling on my pillow. I had overslept a big time.

They’re human kids who attended my kindergarten and now, they’re my added joy. Both identical girls are adorned with reddish-brown curly long hair and sea-green eyes. Ever enthusiastic and inquisitive kids who love to help me out with every chore around the house. I smile and join them to set the long dining table just when the boys come running in. “Stop right there!” I halt the bustling little crowd with a hand out. Hardin, only 4 years old, grins innocently at me and presents his younger brothers. Harrison, Hayes, and Harlow are triplets; all having their father’s hair and eyes. Hardin’s eyes are quite different – more on the hazel than the slate-blue.

Rowan uttered as he didn’t want to feel left out. “Well, you did a great job too. All of you did. Thank you.” Arthur said to them, and they nodded. “Well, you haven’t fulfilled your part of the deal,” Ryan replied, standing next to his brothers, and they all nodded, holding their arms on their chests. “There’s a deal too? What else do I not know?” Aurora asked in surprise. “Trust me to always fulfill the end of my deal, boys. And I announce that it’s official! We are all going on a trip!”

By now, I was used to attention, but it still thrilled me in a strange, electric way. Then I saw the triplets. All three. They stood together like shadows of power and perfection, clad in black suits with golden bow ties. My chest tightened. Anger flared immediately, sharp and hot. How did we end up eating the same colour. Ugh. Before I could stew too long, Fenrir approached, looking dashing in a white suit that perfectly contrasted the triplets’ darkness. “You both look amazing,” he said. He offered his hand. Elera nodded eagerly. “Go ahead, Calla,” she whispered.