The Triplet Warriors And Their Pup Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

None of them were farmers, traders, nor business owners; they were killers, savages, and they were a close-knit pack. The leaders were called Niall and Beth. They were mated from a young age, and they couldn't be more alike. They were roughly trained, not in a proper way but rather in the most barbaric way. They grew up loving wars. Their pack had been excommunicated because they went around kicking smaller packs, and it was a crime.

It's gotten too far as I almost lost my mate and kid. We all made a decision and we infiltrate their pack's dam and cut their water supply.

“A wish?” She nodded. “Anything.” I sat back, suddenly alert. “What kind of ritual?” Valerie hesitated before she spoke. “It’s for the werewolf kingdom. They’re choosing a bride for the Alphas.” I stared at her taken aback by her words. “You’re joking.” “I wish I was,” she said quietly and sighed. “The alphas are triplets. Powerful, feared. No one knows anything about them except that they’re ruthless and I also heard they’re ugly. People say they can’t find a bride in their kingdom.

She moved gracefully, her long legs propelling her towards me, her thick tail flicking back and forth with anticipation. My lungs expanded with breath—finally, I had access to my wolf. Tears stung the corners of my eyes as emotion overwhelmed me. "I'm here now, Beryl," she whispered. "I will never leave you." I nervously asked, “What should I call you?” The creature before her replied, “Wintyr. My name is Wintyr. We are with our mates. I can feel them nearby. We should go to them." "Who?" "The triplets."

I was left confided to training ground and Gym. All my friends had their mate. Earlier, we used to hang out together in school. But now all of them were busy with their lives, mates and responsibilities. Jason (Alpha) and Sandra (Luna) were childhood sweethearts. We knew they would be mates. Sandra was Gamma's daughter. Jason wanted me to be his Gamma, but I preferred being Warrior. George became Beta, and he found his mate Lucy, one of our pack member. Alex was given Gamma's position. His mate Megan was one of the warrior's daughter. Sandra kept suggesting that I should travel to find my mate or choose someone as my mate. But one I could have selected, had found her mate and left.

Elowen's POV The next few days were a whirlwind, a blur of activity that swept me up in its current. Preparations for the mate ceremony began immediately, orchestrated with an efficiency that spoke of long-standing traditions and a deep-seated desire to make me irrevocably theirs. The triplets handled most of it—speaking with the pack elders, their authority evident in every quiet conversation; securing the sacred grounds near the forest’s heart, a place steeped in ancient magic; sending word to the Moon Priestess, whose wisdom and guidance were revered by all. They consulted me on small details, but largely, they simply acted, confident in my unspoken consent.

As expected the following, the news caused an uproar all over the island. Riven's message had managed to reach every part of the island, and not only the shifters knew about it. Every creature knew now that the strange girl at the black and white party was Riven's mate. And she wasn't an ordinary creature. She was a Tribrid. Riven's name was on every creature's lips as they gossiped within their homes about the alpha and his Tribrid mate.

I said, unsure about what I was going to do or say. “Do you love them?” Mrs. Brown asked. “Uhn, what?” I asked, taken aback. “I know you are mated to them,” she answered. My eyes widened in shock. “How did you know?” “I overheard the triplets talking about how they were all mated to a human, and you are the only human in the pack and you school with them,” she answered. “Yes, they are my mates,” I said, looking at the ground. “Do you love them?” she asked again.

“Talk to me, baby. Who did this?” I swallowed hard, tasting salt and shame. “They’re my mates, Mom. The Moon Goddess paired me with all three of them.” Her face went pale. “The triplets?” I nodded, another sob ripping free. Ryker, Ronan, and Rafe Blackthorn. The Nightshade Pack’s golden alphas. The most powerful, ruthless, and desired males in the entire region. Every girl at Blackthorn Academy wanted them. And somehow, the weak, wolfless daughter of a single mother had been chosen by the Goddess as their fated mate.

one thing was clear, they did not want to be disturbed. I flipped to the last page and pulled a pen out of my pocket to sign it when I saw their names boldly written on one side of the agreement. Ronan, Kael and Dante Thornevale. They were triplets?! It should have been obvious, they had identical facial features, and the identical auras to go with it. Something about their intimidating auras proved that they weren't normal wolves, but I knew better than to pry. I signed the document and shoved the pen back into my pocket only to look up and find the long haired triplet.. Ronan, standing in front of me, staring down with his warm breath hitting my forehead.