Redhead Triplets Novels & Stories

Elena With piercing dark brown eyes and striking jet-black hair, it was as though the universe had conspired to grace the triplets with this shared, hypnotic feature. Beyond their matching gaze and hair, each of them possessed a unique magnetism of their own. Magnetism mixed with cruelty—a deadly combination, I knew in my heart, was capable of killing me a thousand times more than they already had. As I served the members along with them, I couldn't help but sneak a few glances at them.

Author's POV: Hudson who was observing the entire club couldn't help but ask James again, "Tell me more about this Triplets" he said. James chuckled over the soft music. "Well, there isn't anything much to know about them. But Let me tell you, Hudson," James began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "The Triplets Alphas are not to be taken lightly. They are not only the strongest individuals in the country but also considered by many to be the most handsome. It's like they were blessed with both brawn and beauty."

They were amazingly sculpted. I frowned. There was something familiar about him. I just couldn't quite place the ...wait... I gasped. "Is there a problem, Miss Samantha?" he asked with a concerned frown. It was him. The father of my triplets!

He asked back. I was slightly breathless with his words. It felt too good to be true, but I tried to believe it. “If that's so, they wouldn't want me out of your lives like this.” “They are old people and have specific ways of doing things. Don't pay attention to them, Luna. And, when it comes to the care I share with my brothers, you need to understand one thing, you can't always be the reason for our issues. We would sort it out, we are triplets after all. So, stop talking about all these,” he pleaded softly.

“I’m not here about Nebula. I need to talk to you. You need to stay away from those Wolfe brothers.” I let out a sharp laugh. “Let me guess,” I said. “They’re evil monsters who want to eat me alive.” “You think this is funny?” His tone hardened. “You don’t know those guys.” “And you do?” “Yes.” I crossed my arms. “Then enlighten me.” “The Wolfe triplets have a reputation in the pack territories,” he said. “They fight over women. They hunt together.” My stomach tightened. “They pick a girl, take turns with her for a while, and then toss her aside when they get bored. I hear they're fighting over you like a piece of meat. Does that seem normal?”

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

I took a very quick sip of my tea to hide it. Sarah giggled and leaned forward as much as her belly would let her. "Oh, I bet they are. Everyone in the whole pack knows the Blackwood triplets are absolutely crazy in bed. They have that Alpha energy that just doesn't quit. It must be exhausting having all three of them focused on you at once. How do you even walk?" "I don't know what you mean," I stammered. I took another long sip of tea, wishing I could disappear into the sofa.

"You won't believe it, girl.” "Why?" I asked, genuinely curious. She heaves a deep sigh. "It's Alpha Octavian. The triplets' father and the current Alpha of the Crimson Pack." I froze while the knife in my hand was gliding over the cutting board. The triplets' father?

Mercy frowned. Grace quickly clapped her hand over Mercy’s mouth. “Are you crazy? Don’t say that out loud!” she whispered sharply. Mercy pushed her hand away. “Grace, have you ever seen Hindley’s picture?” Grace blinked in confusion. She had heard plenty of stories about the man but had never actually seen him. “Nope.” “He had triplets. And they're very Identical” “Oh, I know about that. Three boys. One of them was blonde.” Grace nodded, glancing toward the triplets. “So what’s off?”

They’re passionate about the first thing they ever decide to do with their lives and are even more passionate about their first love, even if it was infatuation and they maybe just liked the color of their eyes at the moment. That explained her madness over Cannon. Not for once in my life did I forget that there were three of them. Cannon, Kane, and Ian—the Alpha Triplets. Now everyone calls Aurora, Hilda, and I The Chosen Three. I mean, I could’ve come up with something better… I have some ideas…