The Collected 3 Novels & Stories

I prepared and left for work. Work went smoothly except the fact my team is to stay behind until we had a better strategy for the company’s new product, lots of presentations and meetings, but they all happened fast. I noticed a colleague, Stephen staring at me. I honestly feel like I am overthinking it. He is actually the hottest male colleague in our team, and our Assistant Team Leader. After our last meeting, I went to get coffee, and a stunning male figure came in, shutting the door and the blinds. I turned to look at him, it was Stephen our Ass. Team leader.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone froze in place. No one was speaking for a long time. "What test? With whom?" Vivian asked. I looked at Vivian, who was so nervous that her hands were shaking, and she was biting her lips. Winston's gaze was deep, and he said, "They brought back someone on this mission, a dead person. "That person is Aryanna. "You said Aryanna ran away, but why is her body in Salakole?"

“He’s the one, curse or no, and we’re the pack he needs, three alphas to keep him safe.” Sebastian heads to his room for a bit of rest, promising to relieve me soon, and Logan stays put, his presence a quiet backup, and we don’t say much, just share nods, the understanding settling between us. If this bond holds, if the curse is truly breaking, then Marcus doesn’t stand a chance, not against three alphas united by something stronger than blood or hex.

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.

I tried last night, over and over, and it kept giving me an error. He hums, his eyes narrowing. “Hmm. Then someone wants you noticed and isn’t willing to let you hide. I’ll sort it.” His voice is calm, calculating. “Tonight. Seven. A car will come to collect you. Be ready. If you’re late, you’re punished.” Punished? I glance up, confusion and fear mixing together. “Did I say look up?” His voice snaps, and I instantly drop my gaze, clenching my teeth. Asshole. Control freak. The words scream inside my head.

The branches are splayed at odd angles, almost as if it was reaching for something. And burned into its bark is a note: We have your mate. We won’t hurt him. We just want to talk. Meet us at Julian’s old packhouse at noon in three days. Bring all the trios. Corinda, Casen, and Severn Prophecy count: 3 victories – 1) Betrayal attack, 2) 3 packs from camps, 3) The whole war 3 deaths – 1) Jared, 2) Isaac, 3) Xander

For the sake of the pack's stability, he made a three-year agreement with me. The day we signed the mating contract, he looked at me with a strange expression and said calmly, "I don't understand why you're my fated mate. Your status is clearly beneath me. But this is the Moon Goddess' will, and I can't go against it. "So, Clara, I need us to be together temporarily to stabilize the pack. We'll end it in three years." As an Omega, being able to contribute what I could to the pack made me happy, so I nodded without hesitation.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

I appreciated their likenesses, and their differences, each one of them part of three, yet also an incredible person their own right. Thane, broody and authoritative, always saying far more with his actions than his words. Cole, fiercely protective, yet easily the most mischievous of the three. And Finn, playful and sensitive, and always the first to sense something I needed. They perfectly balanced each other, and me, in their own unique ways. My perfect three mates.

he says, holding up three fat envelopes, "which she requests you take away and read on your own when we are finished. "Her will was very simple, having already disposed of most of her possessions." We look at each other in surprise as Mr Thompson continues, "To Gina, she leaves her jewellery, the contents of the attic box…" He looks over his glasses at my mother. "She said you would know which one she means." My mother nods in response, her eyes filling with tears. "She has also left you her collection of dancing figurines." "To Michael, she has left her collection of Italian landscapes, as she knew how much you admired them, and the journals her father kept during the war." I can see my fat