The Alpha's Secret Quadruplets Novels & Stories

he whispers, his voice rough from panic and thirst. Finn is twenty-four years old, and hiding what he is has become the main rule of his life. Male Omegas are rare in Riverton, and powerful families describe them with soft, dangerous words. Precious. Blessed. Valuable. Finn knows what those words mean when Alphas use them. Precious things are guarded because someone wants to own them. Valuable things receive a price before they receive protection. Rare things disappear from poor neighborhoods and return in private registries with new names. That is why Finn takes suppressants even when they make him sick. That is why he avoids Alpha districts, keeps his scent muted, and never lets a clinic e

"I am Gerald, the firstborn son of Alpha Theon. And I have come to claim what is rightfully mine." Shock and disbelief washed over me as his words sank in. Alpha Theon had a secret son? It was beyond comprehension. I refused to believe it, even as Gerald's wicked laughter echoed through the room. My mind raced, searching for a way to free myself and protect my child from this monstrous intrusion. Summoning every ounce of defiance within me, I glared at Gerald and spat, "You won't get away with this! Give me back my baby!" Gerald's laughter only grew louder, mocking my futile attempts to resist. He tightened his hold on the precious bundle in his arms, his gaze cold and calculating.

"But, in reality, Aland stays away from the girls and his friends." The coffee in Safira's hands was almost cold. The girl nodded grimly. "I felt a bit relieved when he befriended B4. However, the three alphas of each werewolf pack can compensate for Aland's solitude." Jonea was surprised. She didn't think that the other three members of B4 could cure Aland's loneliness. Even though all this time, Aland seemed too aloof and as if he had misplaced when he befriended B4.

I said, looking from Anna to Veti and then back again. “It’s like looking in a mirror,” Anna said softly. “If you had dark hair, we would be identical.” “Twins,” Rachel said softly, taking Anna’s hand. I shook my head. “No, that can’t be right. The Master never said anything about me having a sister, much less a twin. In all the years he has kept me hidden away, I am sure it would have come up.” Veti harrumphed in that way that always let me know she thought I was wrong. She made the sound more often than I would have liked.

Alexander just growled and served them and went on his way. Ares was having a great time with his new friends. He was loving warrior training and felt this was his calling. After lunch Ares went for a walk around the pack, enjoying the day not really paying attention where he was venturing. He noticed after a few minutes he was lost, he noticed 4-women headed his way. They were carbon copies of each other. They were the most beautiful women he had ever seen. They looked to be about 18 years old. They walked up to him, staring at him locking eyes with him. They look at one another and state, "we think you are our mate. Do you have Alpha blood? You are not 18 yet, are you?" Ares stutters, Mate

“Go to the Alpha’s quarters and see how he is doing. Can you do that?” She nodded and left immediately. I returned my gaze to his quarter and then to the remaining Alphas. News of Alpha Aeron’s announcement must have spread through the entire pack by now. I bit my nails as thoughts raced through my mind. There could only be one true Alpha in the Pack. The triplets had ruled together only because they refused to fight for power. That was why my uncle had chosen Nyxion. Now Alpha Aeron had announced Naeris as his mate. Does that mean two of the triplets are going to die?

“Alpha! There is a report from the scouts.” Cain said, making everyone to pause the ongoing celebrations. “What report is this that cannot wait?” Sapphire’s father, Alpha Ren growled. “It’s the barbarians.” Cain said and everyone gasped, including Sapphire. What were the bunch of Neanderthals up to this time? They were always up to no good, that bunch. The mention of them immediately dampened the mood of the ongoing celebrations. “Speak!” “The scouts reported unusual activities from them, Alpha. They appear restless for some reason.”

The tears I had been fighting since the sun rose finally spilled over, hot and heavy, tracking down the silver scars on my cheeks. "There's a key in there," Zack continued, keeping his voice steady, though his chest gave a heavy, hitching rise. "For a private account in the city. It’s a trust fund I’ve been building since the day I knew about the triplets. I was saving it for when they turned eighteen, for when they shifted and had to find their own way in the world. But they don't need to wait for eighteen anymore. They’ve already fought more than most Alphas do in a century."

He thought about how to tell a hundred and sixty wolves that the woman they had cast out five years ago was returning as the Lycan Queen to review their survival application, and he thought about every version of that conversation and none of them were comfortable and the discomfort of none of them was something he was going to manage around. "Full pack meeting tonight," he said. "I will tell them directly." Marcus nodded. "And Chloe," Caleb said. They looked at each other. This was the conversation underneath the conversation, the one that had been building since the coronation broadcast, since the three children in the ceremony hall, since the morning Caleb had finally opened the Alpha cha

she told me. “Then you just had another night with the father of your other three kids?” I asked her, hoping within me that it wasn't what I was thinking. “No,” she paused to catch her breath. “There are all your products from that night,” she responded to me, making me become quiet. “How am I sure you are telling the truth?” I asked her, trying to get her straight. “I gave birth to quadruplets for you, Alpha; you have to believe me,” She told me while I sighed softly, trying to process it.