The Golden Trio Novels & Stories

Aurora, Julio and Gold had gotten three empty boxes. Gold originally didn't eat dinner yesterday.

“Why now?” “Because hating you doesn’t change what’s still out there.” Selene’s fingers flattened on the table, like someone planting a flag. “Rowan may be dead, but not all of his generals are. Some are hiding. Gathering. And our name still opens doors with certain men it shouldn’t.” The air in the room cooled. “Who?” Kael’s voice came from the wall, low and dangerous. “Three of his former commanders,” Selene said. “They call themselves the Triad now. You may remember them as Harrow, Vance, or Corin.”

She asked as her maid serve us juice "Let's skip that for now Marth..Any deal on ground"I replied with a Smirk 😎 "Do you know about the GOLD's "She asked "Nope I am not that current for now.. You know I just came back to my normal self.. "The GOLD's are Gideon, Ousbert, Liam and Desmond.. They are brothers from the Lavent family and trust me when I say they are stinking rich.. Their wealth rank after the Coles"She explained "Seriously??

Sharon felt trapped in the middle of them. She couldn't do much except obey. "Okay, but I haven't memorized some of them. Can I cheat?" "That's right. Okay then." Arianna looked at each one who came. They were nothing unusual. Unlike herself, who looked confused. "Producer Malik, isn't it Mary Celeste from Austria who fills the main song?" Producer Malik immediately turned. He directed his lips closer to Arianna's ear. "Sharon Galanis, someone close to Mr. Arsen. Don't offend her."

The Rogues knew better than to mess with Lukan so they decided to live to fight another day. I hadn’t seen the triplets yet but I knew I was coming. I couldn’t avoid it but I was ready and looking forward to it. They all treated me like scum and now that the tables were turned, I was going to enjoy every single second of this. “Before I say anything, I want to thank you for coming to our aid. Our packs aren’t on the best terms but you came to save us and we are grateful and forever in your debt, Alpha Lukan.”

They had each found their place in the tapestry, and she was no exception. As dawn approached, the triplets’ journeys converged in a private, unseen moment: Kai, Aria, and Elara, standing atop the ridge, overlooking their lands, their packs, and the dawn breaking over the horizon. The wind carried the echoes of Jake’s strategic voice and Ella’s nurturing wisdom. In that silence, they understood each other perfectly, the bond of triplets stronger than any ritual, any prophecy, or any power they could claim.

“Fuck. It’s us. All three of us. The bond.” The words hit me like lightning. The secret pull I’d always felt toward them—the way my wolf sang near them—suddenly roared awake. The rare triple mate bond. Legends made real. Kael’s golden eyes widened. “Mate. She’s our mate. All three of us.”

As Margret Owen walked down the corridor of the emergency ward, she was taken aback to see Charlie Sr and Doctor Francis standing together. Doctor Francis appeared bewildered, glancing between Charlie Sr and Margret. "Charlie Sr, is this the woman you mentioned?" Doctor Francis asked hesitantly, recognizing Margret as the veteran Bliss. Charlie Sr confirmed that she was indeed the mother of his triplets. Margret was stunned by the revelation, her face darkening with confusion. "What do you mean triplets?" she asked, her footsteps freezing in place.

"You need to learn how to be a brother again. You’re so busy being the 'Keeper' that you’ve forgotten that your siblings are your partners. If they fall, the mountain has no filter. It will consume you." Caleb flinched. It was the first time I’d seen him look like a fifteen-year-old in days. "Again," Elena said from the porch. "From the top. Colin, anchor the house this time. Cindy, listen for the drone’s pilot. Caleb... keep the neighbors from seeing what's going on in here." The triplets looked at each other. For the first time, I saw a spark of the old triplet synergy; the 'Three-Headed Force.' They didn't need a pack. They were a resonance.

His hand rested on my thigh under the table, a constant anchor. “The triplets are real,” Rico said without preamble, sliding the file over. “Valeria had three more children she hid even from Dante and Bianca. Two brothers and a sister, all in their mid-twenties. Trained separately. The oldest, Viktor, is ex-special forces. The middle one, Nikolai, handles the money. The youngest, Katarina, is the strategist. They’re calling themselves the Shadow Triad. They’ve already recruited thirty men from the old loyalists and are promising to restore the ‘true Moretti bloodline.’”