Novel & Cerita The Golden Trio

I mean in a strange way it fit into the story of the trio. The trio. I call them the trio, Kellen, Lamia, and Mike because everything started with them. And everything that was happening now involved the three of them. Including me and Zane.

I had pinned my hair up into a sleek, high bun, exposing the long line of my neck. When I walked down the grand staircase, all three brothers were waiting in the foyer. They wore identical black tuxedos, yet their postures immediately broadcasted their fiercely clashing personalities. Ethan was adjusting his gold cufflinks with chilly precision; Asher stood with his hands rammed into his pockets, tracking my descent with a heavy, primal hunger; and Caleb leaned against the marble pillar, a glass of champagne in hand and a thoroughly satisfied smirk plastered on his face. "Breathtaking," Caleb murmured, breaking the silence as he stepped forward to offer me his arm the moment my heel hit the

Lisa explained. “Golden Boys? What are you talking about? Is this some sort of cult?” “Apparently, you, my friend, know nothing about the werewolf world,” Lisa said, pulling out her phone. The Golden Boys, the Alpha’s triplets, were greatly admired and feared by both the students and teachers of this academy. They effortlessly got whatever they wanted and were constantly surrounded by girls. They were every girl’s dream mate. Not mine, though. The rest of the day went relatively well, and I was content. During lunch at the cafeteria, as we carried our trays, Lisa accidentally tripped, sending the contents of her meal crashing onto the same guy I had seen earlier, Dante .

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

Slowly Ann stopped crying. "My name is Ann. Why do you guys have the same face?” asked Ann wondering. “We are triplets. But, it was a secret since a lot of bad guys after us,” said Jake. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. You're all handsome," Ann said, stroking Jace's cheek. "Oh, thank you. You're beautiful too, honey," Jake replied. "Oh, you're so cute, Ann. Do you want to be my wife?" Jace teased with a sweet smile.

There they had the introductions and she found out that her mates are triplets hence no jealousy in between , The oldest ZAYN , The second oldest ZACK and The youngest ALEC . From there onwards their life had been one of happiness. They were in love with each other loving, caring, trusting, respecting towards one another . Years passed and they found out that they were going to become parents their joy had no bounds all the wolves were gathered for a huge feast to celebrate the new life . Goddess Selene herself had come down on earth to wish her babygirl but the tears in her eyes were prominent as she was already told by fate what was going to happen next . And in accordance to the fate two

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

"Just be the woman who jumped in front of that club. That’s the woman they want to follow." A knock came at the door, and the triplets walked in. They were dressed in formal black suits with green silk ties, looking more like Kings than I had ever seen them. When they saw me, all three of them stopped dead in their tracks. "Wow," Silas breathed, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "You look incredible, Amore." "You look like you belong on a throne," Killian grunted, though his eyes were full of a heat that made my skin tingle.

Vikramaditya leaned back into the leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that he was already in motion, chasing shadows across continents. Mary’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain—You are a father… of triplets. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, but disbelief clung to him like a second skin. Fatherhood had never been part of his carefully charted destiny, and yet here it was, demanding answers he could not ignore. Dharna held those answers, and finding her was more urgent than the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.

Hunter laughed and patted the boys' shoulders, “Good luck, guys. Let's see who gets there first.” The triplets ran towards the den's exit, eager for the competition. Hunter looked at Fierce, and said, “Are you coming?” Fierce smiled, “Of course. I wouldn't miss it for anything.” The triplets ran off, excited for the race and the promise of the delicious prize. Hunter looked at Fierce, both sharing a knowing look that revealed how happy they were to have built a united and strong family, overcoming the challenges of the past. And so, together, they headed to enjoy the game and the sweet life in the pack.