Sturniolo Triplets Siblings Novels & Stories

one thing was clear, they did not want to be disturbed. I flipped to the last page and pulled a pen out of my pocket to sign it when I saw their names boldly written on one side of the agreement. Ronan, Kael and Dante Thornevale. They were triplets?! It should have been obvious, they had identical facial features, and the identical auras to go with it. Something about their intimidating auras proved that they weren't normal wolves, but I knew better than to pry. I signed the document and shoved the pen back into my pocket only to look up and find the long haired triplet.. Ronan, standing in front of me, staring down with his warm breath hitting my forehead.

My mouth hung open for what seemed like five minutes after Maggie dropped her bombshell. Once I could move my head again, I turned and looked at Ben and saw a similar expression on his face. “Twins?” I repeated, looking back at Maggie. “Liam and Leo are identical twins?” “Yes,” she said with a nod. “And their sister is their triplet. It’s odd to have identical twins and a triplet, but then, for the second and third born children to be shifters…. Well, like I said, we have never heard of such a thing.”

Legacy added, turning to meet Stoic's smiling face. "Last but not the least, Jennifer, our only sister the last born." Stoic and Legacy said at the same time turning to face Jennifer who was smiling sheepishly. "We're triplets" she blushed out. Hannah clenched her fist! " This barren chick really gave birth to this kids!" Her face was burning with something Diana couldn't decipher as her gaze was on her all the while.

“It’s an honor to have you as a daughter.” I widened my eyes. Mom wasn’t lying—he was really ready to accept me. “Nyra, meet my sons—Sylver, Cassian, and Rylan,” he said, stepping aside. “Boys, come out and welcome your new sister.” My breath caught in my throat. My mother had forgotten to mention one very important detail. He had children. And those “children”… Were the exact triplets I’d run into last night. “What a small world…” the green-eyed one whispered.

It was almost as cold as he was. “Hmm.” He made a rumbling noise of acknowledgment in his chest and waved me over to an empty seat at the corner of the study. I guess I couldn’t exactly complain about his barely-there attempt at talking to me since my three triplets' older brothers were already occupying the seats across his large mahogany table. Elliot, Ellis, and Eric. They were identical in every sense of the word. All with Alpha wolves, physically strong, perfect chiseled frames, and overly protective of me. If I hadn’t spent the last eighteen years growing up with them, I wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

I know she wishes that she could always be near me, to watch over me— not that I need her to— but she’s been caught up in her duties as the serving Luna of our pack, which should have been whoever would be mated to Raegan or them as triplets. Their status as triplets didn’t mean they’d be mated to the same female. There’s never been a triplet born in our pack before, the only identical werewolves to be born had been twins but not in our time and even that is a rare occurrence in our world and they’d been blessed by the moon goddess with seperate mates. I guess the same was thought for them when they were birthed— an even rarer occurrence. It just so happened that they got mated to one and un

I’d had enough of that in my younger years, after all. “We’re step-siblings,” I answered, voice weak but enough for them to hear. “Step-siblings?” another girl spoke, scoffing. “As if we’d believe you. What kind of ploy are you up to? The Lancaster triplets are notorious Alphas here in the university, and they were known for flirting and fucking anybody, no matter who they are, as long as they match their standards. Is that some kind of kink or what?” I frowned. What kind of nonsense is she talking about? And why would I fake being a step-sibling with the triplets?

My father, Vince, and the boys' father finally came in, their tough-guy exteriors crumbling as they took turns holding the newborns. The triplets climbed into the oversized hospital bed with me, tangling their limbs around mine. "You guys were a disaster today," I whispered into the dark. "We were a little uncalibrated," Nickie admitted. "Next time, we’ll have the protocols down," Luca promised. "Next time?" I groaned. "I just pushed out an entire squad!" "Next time is for the girls," Matteo teased. "The Noir Triplets." I just 'shh'-ed them and closed my eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep surrounded by my six Moretti men.

“She will hate me for telling you this.” “Not at all.” I tell her, but she didn’t believe me and I didn’t blame her. “Ava Midnight.” My brother’s voice is low as he stands over her. “How many other siblings does she have?” “Just Antony.” Bree replies. “Male Alpha children are born as twins and triplets.” He glances to Bree “I swear, I’m not lying about this. It’s just Antony.” “And you are certain you don’t know where he is?” He challenges her.

"For a Luna with multiple mates?" Clara shook her head. "Not common, but not unprecedented either. The last recorded case of triplets in a multi-mated Luna was nearly eighty years ago." She fixed me with a stern look. "It means you'll need extra care, extra nutrition, and absolutely no more spiritual projections until after they're born." "Triplets," Brent whispered, looking dazed. Then a slow grin spread across his face. "Three little pups." Liam moved closer, his scholarly expression giving way to wonder as he placed his hand next to Clara's on my stomach. "The goddess truly has blessed us."