Submitting To Three Alphas Novels & Stories

Ingrid grounded out, an ugly scowl marring her face. I gasped at the accusation. “No. Never. I am not into sorcery.” Then I fell to the floor, head down in a pleading manner. “Please Alpha, spare my life. I am only but an omega who dare not match your standards.” The three alphas regarded me wordlessly for a while until Alpha Lance boomed. “Everyone leave. Now.” Alpha Lance was in disbelief as he watched everyone leave the room, including a confused Ingrid. He was still trying to wrap his head around the situation and understand how I could be the mate to all of them.

“Observe. Respond. Endure. Every twitch, every breath, every subtle motion threads through scrutiny, heat, and claim. Awareness and submission are tethered. Every inch is claimed.” The scouts pressed closer. Tension thickened in the air. I knelt, trembling slightly, chest rising and falling unevenly. I was painfully aware that my body was fully observed and fully claimed. Heat flared sharper. Nerves sang with overstimulation. Pulse hammered. Every twitch, every quiver, every breath was layered under the attention of the three alphas, tethered and owned. Hours passed deliberately. They guided me through extended positions while the scouts watched with open challenge.

“You have your Alpha powers. Your Alpha tone will get stronger when I pass the acting title to you, but you have the magic to accept people into the pack. Do you remember the words?” “Yes,” the triplets said in unison. “Then you’re good.” “Sir, will you call the meeting of Alphas?” Thea said. “Yes. I was planning something similar anyway,” Alpha Ulric said. Thea smiled. “I will expect all of you to attend,” Alpha Ulric said. “Yes, sir,” they said. “Anything else?” The triplets and Thea shook their heads. “Then go put things in motion,” Alpha Ulric said. The triplets and Thea left the Alpha’s office.

The moment he said this, other Alphas jumped down from the trees around them, and the next thing they knew, they were surrounded. Anna turned and counted all the Alphas. They were twelve in number. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and she kept looking around her in fright. "Relax," Matt, who was standing behind her, said. "Alex, what is going on here? Why are the Alphas of the forbidden pack surrounding us?" "What do you all want?" Evans asked the alphas. "Listen, we have rules. Our paths are not supposed to cross. You're all forbidden from having any dealings with us."

The air crackled with anticipation, the crowd's energy a palpable, almost suffocating weight. Dominic, Kyle’s father and the current Alpha, stepped forward. His voice, amplified by his Alpha power, cut through the noise. “The rules are simple. This is a fight to the death. No weapons. No powers. The last man standing wins Lyra’s hand and becomes the next Alpha of this pack.” I flinched. The words, so cold and final, made me feel like a prize, a trophy to be won. The thought sickened me.

lf only her mother knows how much of a devil Trina was, will she still be happy to see her? Standing by the side was Alpha Rapheth the triplets father who had a calculated glink in his eyes as he stared at Trina. He turned to look at his sons and he was quick to notice their discomfort. Previousily, the look on Alan's eyes the time Salome was coming down the stairs didn't escape his eyes. He had this suspicion that his sons were hiding something from him and seeing Salome's reaction also confirmed it. As an Alpha who has lived long to see a lot of things he concluded that his sons were all attracted to Salome further confirming the prophecy.

Once the door closed behind us, the air between us grew heavy. “We all felt it,” Tyler said quietly. “Didn’t we?” Tristan nodded slowly. “I’ve been dreaming of her for months. She was like a shadow I couldn’t touch. And when I saw her today… I knew.” My throat tightened. “She’s ours. All of ours.” “But how?” Tyler asked. “How can three Alphas share the same mate?” “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I don’t care. She’s meant for us. I felt it the moment I touched her.”

“You’ve been brought here to answer for what you are.” The crowd muttered at that statement. What are you? As if I wasn’t a person. “You have three options,” he continued, his voice too hostile but calm. “One: submit to genetic testing. Two: exile yourself beyond the border, never to return. Three…” He let it hang there for too long, letting the room lean forward. “…choose which of the three Alphas claims you.” It took me a second to even process it. “You’re serious?” I asked, my voice lanced with anger than I meant.

That’s when the door burst open. Gavin stood in the doorway, breathless, a stack of paper in his hands. “You need to hear this.” Harley stood, alert. “What is it?” Gavin’s eyes locked on me. “The bond. The three of us.” My chest tightened. “I found something buried in an old High Council record,” he said. “Three-mate bonds are obviously rare already, but there’s only been one documentation of something to this extent. Three Alphas.” I sat up straighter. “And?”

“Two days. Maybe three.” I nod like it means nothing. Inside, my pulse is hammering so hard I’m sure they can hear it. Jace stands. “We mark over it. Report back. No engagement unless they cross.” We finish the loop in silence. I keep my head down, eyes on the ground, but every rustle in the leaves makes me flinch. By the time we hit the clearing, my hands are shaking. I shove them into my pockets. The alphas are waiting outside the lodge.