Novel & Cerita Sturniolo Triplets Fanfic

“What does this mean?” Kai reluctantly let her go but grabbed her hand. Conri had his hand around her waist, and Alaric held her other hand. “Thea’s ours,” the triplets said in unison. She blushed. “And we’re hers. Anything you want to add?” They looked at her. She shook her head. The triplets took a moment, and each looked every person in the eye, seeing if there were any challenges to what they just announced. No challenges. Everyone was happy for them. They expected this. They wanted it for the pack. They wanted Thea as their Luna.

“Those are my… siblings, well, half-brothers. We have to get along.” Fenrir inhaled slowly, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the crisp night air in the car. When he exhaled, his voice was low but firm. “You’re a girl… a beautiful one. You’re not related to them by blood. The triplets… they have this thing for beautiful girls. They can’t help it.” I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. “Hold on… what are you suggesting?” My voice was sharper than I intended, a mix of disbelief and alarm.

I was so mad! “Are you bluffing? I am her mate!” I snarled. “You cannot be her mate, it was me!” It seemed like he wasn’t surprised by what I just revealed. He remained looking at me as I continued gripping on his neck. And in a snap, Caled pushed me away to the nearest wall. He held onto my collar and his eyes flared into amber. “I’m sure Drake was also her mate,” he answered calmly. “What?” “That’s what triplets are, Spencer. It’s only natural, and you cannot change that. It was her who will choose between us.”

She was trapped between them, surrounded by heat and hard muscle and the intoxicating scent of male desire. "One night," Dominic murmured, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. "We'll make it count." "By the time we're done with you," Dante said into her ear, his hands spanning her waist, "you won't remember your ex's name." "You'll only remember ours," Damien finished, his hips pressing against hers in a way that left no doubt about his arousal. The elevator doors opened onto a hallway lined with exclusive private rooms. But the triplets didn't stop at any of them. They led her to the end, where double doors opened into a space that stole her breath.

“The triplet’s father. He gifted it to his mate, Luna Ria. She used her Moon Pack power of sorcery to enchant it, binding her sons together with it and tying them to one mate. “It wasn’t supposed to be so by fate. They will love you and hate you in equal measure because they were all not supposed to be yours in the first place. Only the one who found you first should have been your mate alone.” Freya’s words sent chills down my spine. I was totally speechless. So, Dominic was supposed to be my only mate among the triplets. Was that why he was more lenient towards me when I returned to the castle? “Just like Ria, you shall be mated three times in this lifetime and your happiness will always c

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.

“Sophie? What’s wrong?” “Wrong? No… not wrong. Right. Perfect. Amazing,” I said, fumbling for words. “We’re… I’m… we’re having… triplets.” The fog of sleep cleared from his eyes in an instant, replaced by disbelief and awe. “Triplets?” he asked, his voice low and reverent. I nodded, tears streaming freely now. “Three little girls. Aria, Arianna, and Arian. We… we did this, Lucian. All of it—our love, our life—it’s… it’s happening.”

Sun-warm wheat and clean leather, the breath right before a harvest. Aria surges to the front of my mind, tail high, eyes bright. Mate. Mates. Her joy cracks something open inside me. The pull is magnetic, a low, thrumming ache that drags me forward before I remember to breathe. The bond sings through my chest like a new heartbeat, and for a fragile, shining second, I belong. Three pairs of golden eyes lock on me from across the hall. Damian, Lucian and Adrian. The Alpha triplets. The heirs of this pack. Gasps ripple through the crowd like a wave.

‘This can't be happening. Asher, Damien, and Mason—three identical brothers. And I was mated to the triplet Alphas..

“After getting to the pack, it seemed all my hopes had ended up being dashed against a tree. I thought I'll never be able to find myself a mate until this invitation.” “Wait, you mean you want to go?” “Oh you have no idea. I probably might find my mate over there, you know. You can never tell. Please let me come with you, Alana,” Rian cuddled up to me while blinking her eyes in a cute way. “If that's the case, then you can come with me.” I just cannot refuse that puppy look. “Should I tell you a secret, Alana?" “Sure, go ahead.” “I have the feeling that one of the triplets might end up being my mate.”