The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue Novels & Stories

Then I slip out into the cold street. I wave down a horse-transport and head straight toward the Alpha's grand territory gates to confront him and demand my freedom papers. Narrator: Alpha Gali Blackmoor “Report the losses again!” I roar, slamming my fist against the heavy table in the Emberfang Study. My whole territory is in chaos this morning. The scout birds brought me nothing but terrible news since the first light of dawn. The prime hunting valley that my wolf had been tracking for three moons was completely bought out overnight by a secret, high-bidding rogue pack, and all the rich mining land I wanted was snatched right out of my claws while my watchmen slept!

He felt a sharp, tripartite pain in his chest, not his own, but the pain of his children. ​"Leo, stop!" Ren’s voice screamed through his earpiece. "The Alpha isn't just using your source code! He’s using the Triplets as his GPU!" ​Leo froze in mid-air, hovering a few hundred feet from the Alpha’s massive chest plate. He looked closer. Pulsing within the "Emerald-Suns" of the Giant’s eyes were three distinct, flickering nodes of light. ​Kaelen. Maya. And the third, whose presence had always been the most unstable.

“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?

He also said that the Alphas were very furious and by that, I already knew my fate. The nicest thing that can happen to me, is for me to be asked to leave the pack alive. Because, according to the werewolves constitution, any Alpha has the right to execute any rogue he finds in his pack. So there is a high chance that I would be executed. Rose and Lisa wanted to take me clothes shopping so that according to them, “I will look too beautiful for the Pack to execute me.” But then I couldn’t walk around the pack since I am a rogue, so since Lisa has more fashion sense than Rose she volunteered to do the shopping and bring it here to Rose’s house.

Of the three, Parker had the most stereotypical Alpha tendencies and with his brother by his side, we knew the pack would flourish. The guys and I shifted back and dressed, preparing to head home. Our children wanted to run together a while longer and we were happy to let them give their wolves time to bond as siblings. “Let’s go home, darling.” Cary swept me into his arms and carried me out of the forest, just as he had the night of my first shift. “As long as I'm with the three of you, I’m already there.” I told him. Clay and Colton pressed in close and they all murmured their agreement. My heart was so full and just as I’d been everyday for the last nineteen years, I was thankful yet agai

I tried to hold back the surge of emotion. “Please stop treating me like I'm still part of the pack,” I muttered as I bit into the bagel. A sigh escaped my lips as the crispy bacon and soft egg exploded in my mouth. But I quickly composed myself when I saw Noah's grin. “Of course you're still part of Ambersky. Or have you joined another pack?” he joked lightly, but his eyes studied my reaction. I gave him a deadpan look. “I've been a rogue for ten years. So stop the small talk or unnecessary nostalgia. You and Ryder are here to help me find my kids. Focus on that.”

They were packless beasts relying on themselves to survive, unless. Now that Maddox concentrated, he picked up the unmistakable stench of testosterone. The rogue is an Alpha! This means that this attack has been carried out by a pack. The rogues must have united and formed their own family. Falling limp in the rogue Alpha's jaws, Mikhail desperately hoped Elena was coming. What he was going to do would probably kill him if he didn't have back up. Taking a deep breath to brace himself against the pain, Mikhail forcefully twisted his neck, tearing his own skin as he clamped onto the rogue Alpha's shoulder, biting in as hard as his jaws could, and feeling his teeth touch bone. But the rogue did

Seyric definitely had his way of handling things like that because he flicked on a lighter out of nowhere and held it up for the rogue to see. “That knife may not hurt you as it is but if I take it...” He pulled the knife out of his lap and the rogue screamed again, sweating profusely. “...and put it in this..” he let the flame of the lighter heat up the knife, maintaining eye contact with the rogue. He approached the rogue again but the bleeding man was already begging for mercy. “It was an Alpha! I don't know his name but he approached our leader not long ago. All I know is that the Alpha wants the Luna and her children dead at all costs.”

CHAPTER 122. Author's POV. Alpha Trent and Beta Kyle were definitely outnumbered, and it would be a tougher battle because they weren't armed. The rogues had weapons which they could use against them, but both of them had nothing but their claws and fangs. In desperation to look for Eva, they didn't bother about their security. They had committed a huge mistake. “What do you want from us?” Alpha Trent asked loudly. He and Beta Kyle backed each other. “I want to end your life and everyone who has any relation with you” one of the three rogues that were approaching them said.

A group of rogues had gathered around a fire, their voices carrying through the still night. “...waiting for the signal,” one of them said. “What signal?” another asked, irritation clear in his tone. “We’ve been sitting here for days.” “The Alpha promised it would come,” the first rogue replied. “We just have to be patient.” I frowned, my mind racing. The Alpha? Rogues didn’t follow alphas—they followed their own chaotic rules. “What do we do?” one of the warriors beside me asked. I hesitated, weighing our options. We could attack, but the rogues outnumbered us, and we’d lose the element of surprise. Or we could pull back and report what we’d learned to Miguel.