Richard Thomas Triplets Now Novels & Stories

he said, looking all over the room, “ The crowd started murmuring. I just wrapped my arms around myself. “The rogues will regroup,” Alpha Thomas continued. “They always do. They didn’t come with all of their men this time. But they’ll come back stronger. And we must be ready when they do. There will be no mistakes next time.” The words settled over me immediately. My stomach twisted nervously, and then I noticed the triplets standing together near the back. Roman’s face was expressionless, Axel held his injured arm stiffly at his side, and Zade’s face had that same hard look he always wore when he was deep in thought.

My lovers. My future. And now, I have given birth to Triplets for my Triplet lovers. I can't be more grateful and happy than I am now. THE END.❤️

Arthur said to Theo, as he buttoned the wrist of his shirt. “Yes, sir. But you’ll tell them you’re leaving, right?” Theo asked as they both headed down the stairs. “Of course. I’m heading to their room now.” He answered. Getting into their room, he met the triplets engaged in different things. Ryan was reading one of the storybooks on the shelf, Riley was trying to make a kite with paper, while Rowan just kept playing with his toy car. Immediately they noticed Arthur was in the room, they dropped what they were doing and ran to him.

Draven looked up at her, his jaw set tight. "It’s the triplets," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They just snuck out of the estate... and they took a private helicopter to follow us here." He looked at the beautiful, romantic villa, then back at her, a mix of frustration and amusement crossing his face. "It seems, Mrs. Blackwood," he sighed, though his eyes were filled with pride, "that our children have decided our honeymoon is far too boring without them. And they are landing in ten minutes."

“Three months after I left Washington, I fell sick. I thought it was just my body adjusting to a new environment. But I visited a hospital and found out I was pregnant with triplets.” “Who’s their father?” she asked, almost impatiently. I took a deep breath. “Alec Rivera.” “ALEC RIVERA.” Ruth blurted out, and slapped a hand against her mouth. Her eyes wide with shock, she scanned the room and we were lucky nobody was paying attention. Ruth brought back her gaze to me. “Alec Rivera?” she asked. “You mean, Alec Rivera, the CEO of Daston Airlines, current CEO of the Rivera Group? The one you had a one nightstand with?”

She smiled and pulled down her sunglasses, so he could see that she meant it with every fiber of her being. “Mummy!” The triplets shouted at the same time as they ran to meet her. Mr. Brown gushed at how cute the triplets were. They were two girls and a boy, and it was hard to tell their differences since they were wearing identical outfits. “Oh my goodness! What are your names?” He laughed as they grabbed his hand in excitement. “My name is Jenna,” The girl declared proudly, and this is “Elena and Jaden.” “Awn, you're cute.” He complimented as they giggled and ran around him.

Elera and I took public transport like we sometimes did when we wanted normalcy. When I got home, I bathed and fell asleep almost immediately. When I woke up, the sky outside my window had already shifted into deep orange fading into blue. I bathed again. I needed to feel awake and reset. It helped a little. I went downstairs and ate alone. The house felt unusually quiet. No distant laughter. No heavy footsteps. “Where are the triplets?” I asked one of the staff. “In their gaming room,” she replied. Of course. Whenever they locked themselves in there, the entire house moved carefully. No one disturbed them, it was their territory.

**Chapter 30: Turning Point** The penthouse nursery had become a battlefield of tiny socks and colorful building blocks. At four months old, the triplets were no longer the fragile newborns Chloe had brought home. Elias was the loudest, demanding attention with strong kicks and delighted squeals. Sophia watched everything with wide, curious eyes, while Theo remained the quiet observer, content to suck on his fist and follow his siblings’ chaos.

The triplets celebrated the next coronation with more violence than ceremony. There were no veiled threats from upstart packs this time; only a few battered envoys showed up, bearing token gifts and glaring from the edge of the property line. Elena let the triplets handle all the negotiations—Damon turning swagger into leverage, Devin smoothing over the bruises with practiced politeness, Declan playing artillery when metaphors fell short. The three of them, so different and so bound together, made her think of the roots under the old willow: tangled, impenetrable, quietly ensuring no one else would ever thrive within twenty yards.