The Triplet Warriors And Their Pup Mate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 118 Aurora “Mate?” I asked as confusion got the best of me. “It's crazy right? The triplets are our mates!” she screamed in ecstasy, pacing about my head while doing a victory dance. “Their unity strengthened me and their wolves. After all these while, we have a mate. This is the best day our my life!” I tried to think, but Rue's excited screams weren't helping matters. Her loud voice caused my head to ring as a large part of my head was covered in ache.

Turk tells me. We head to watch the warriors. I look out among my elite warriors. I see that if my sons aren’t my heirs, one of these warriors could lead us next. I look over and Turk is thinking the same thing. I lost my mate because having the triplets was too much on her. Turk has never found his mate. We are 37. I know I have college age sons at 37, but they were born when I was 18 so there ya go. Having never found a mate at 37, Turk really should be surveying these warriors.

Valerie The pack hosted a party every year. It was an avenue for some to meet their mates, for some it was just free booze and women. It wasn’t a special event, this year, it was the anniversary of when the triplets Alphas became Alphas. An avenue for those assholes to get more pussy than usual. You’d be disappointed to hear how many unmated and mated women and men were willing to get a taste of them. I couldn’t even lie, they were hot. And their eyes… but I still don’t see the hype. They were vile wicked men, and I hated them.

Aura struggles against his grip, her gaze pleading with me. I'm almost there. With one final burst of speed, I leap onto the stage. My paws thunder on the wooden planks. Their Alpha stumbles back, releasing Aura. She rushes to my side, and I swiftly position myself between her and the rival alpha. The guards, realizing their leader's vulnerability, retreat. My warriors press their advantage, pinning them down. It's a surprising sight. How twenty of my warriors can defeat triple their number. For a moment, the square falls silent, except for heavy breathing and growls. The Alpha's growl echoes through the square, his eyes blazing with possessiveness. "She's mine! My mate!"

But that was what I loved most about them; they were always so happy and jovial and it rubbed off on me anytime I had a terrible day. The thought occurred to me as I was chuckling at Timothy’s joke. “Wait, wait. How do you know I have triplets? I have never mentioned it to you or anyone in this hospital. Timothy laughed. “No, but gossip flies around real quick. Though only good things have been said about you so far. We’re all in awe of you, Diamond.” “Come on, I’m hardly doing anything. Y’all are making me out to be a superhero or something.”

One by one, the triplets walked forward to the altar and said their vows aloud to the moon goddess, after which they swore an oath and made a cut in their thumb and let drops of blood spill into the sacred bowl. Once they finished, Hunter pushed me forward. "Go, swear the oath and complete the ritual." I stood in front of the altar shakily, wishing that something would ruin this at the very last moment. "I, Liya, take the triplets: Hunter, Gunter, and Ryder, as my mates and Alphas." As I recited the vows, I felt like I was being locked into some confinement. My wolf on the other hand was happy to be officially united with our mates.

“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.

"I don't think I have ever seen the Blackwood triplets look so thoroughly defeated. They look like three lost puppies." I stiffened, pulling my gaze away from them and focusing on my hands in my lap. "They are just tired from pack business, I'm sure." Martha let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, honey, don't play innocent with us. We have lived with wolves a lot longer than you have. That isn't pack business. That is a mate dispute if I have ever seen one."

I said. "Your eyes looks pretty too.” "Thanks." Receiving praise for my eyes seemed to be uncommon, so I grinned. I talked to Sadie for the majority of the session and tried to gently inquire about the godlike twins I had actually encountered. "Oh the twins." Sadie frowned. “You mean Curt and Knox." "They are identical. How do different them?" I asked. Their names seemed to be a perfect fit for their bad-boy personas. Sadie sighed. "Knox Is introverted, while Curt is not. Always seen with different girls. That how I managed to differentiate them.”

Damon finished, though his tone suggested I should be more worried about them than anyone else. Before I could respond, before I could beg or plead or try to run, all three brothers tilted their heads back toward the moon. Their eyes began to glow brighter, their bodies seeming to expand with barely contained power. And then they howled. The sound was unlike anything I'd ever heard, three distinct voices blending into one powerful claim that echoed through the entire forest. It spoke of possession and power and promises that made my blood sing even as my mind screamed in terror. Every wolf for miles would hear it. Every pack would know what it meant. The Blackthorne triplets had found their