The Triplets Alphas And Their Exclusive Doctor Novels & Stories

I sped out of the parking lot, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Shit, shit, shit. It was only a matter of time before Ryder figured everything out. He would come for them. Not long after, I burst through the door of my apartment, my mind in a frenzy. “Mary! Iris! Andy! Get your bags!” I exclaimed, while getting up and down to drag the suitcases from the closet. Silence. My heart dropped into my stomach as dread crawled up to my face. My triplets weren’t here. “Goodness, where are they?”

It wasn’t something he had convinced anyone that he could do, due to the latest incidents and the fact that the Alphas were literally stronger than everyone. “Does he think he is an Almighty now? Someone needs to tell him not to go for a death sentence.” One of the Alphas spoke to another in a concerned tone. “Let’s just leave him to do what he wants. At least, once they beat him up, he would be convinced that there is nothing he can do to emerge as a winner as far as the triplets are concerned.” Another Alpha replied to the other. He was also interested to see how everything would turn out too, so there was no use stopping what would make the atmosphere spicy.

Panicking, she stood up and started running back toward the pack house as fast as she could. When she got close to the pack territory, she noticed that everyone was running around frantically. People were shouting and moving with urgent purpose. Something big was happening. She stopped one of the maids who was hurrying past her. “What’s happening?” Sarah asked breathlessly. “Why is everyone running around?” The maid looked at her with wide, excited eyes. “The triplets have come back!” she said. “And they’ve demanded that an autopsy be done on the Alpha. They want to know the exact reason for his death.”

If I didn't know any better, I would know perfectly well that they were the kindly alphas that everyone expects but unfortunately I knew those mocking looks. These triplets were definitely planning something.

The three men from that night were dressed in suits, looking to be at some high-profile event. “These men match your description. They are the triplet Alphas, Cain, Ronan and Leo Vale.” I had never heard of them before. They must be from a small pack. Good. That made getting Elara back easy. “But,” Mason said. His next words stopped me in my tracks. “They are not the Alphas of the pack they are in. They are his Beta, Gamma and Delta, going by their ages.” It took me five seconds to process the meaning of those words.

But my body didn’t care about should or shouldn’t. The evidence was undeniable, confirmed by the pack doctor I’d visited under a false pretense, claiming I wanted to update my medical records. Dr. Reeves had congratulated me with a knowing look that made my skin crawl, asking carefully neutral questions about the father that I’d deflected with practiced ease. Triplets. I was carrying triplets. Three babies from three Alphas who’d rejected me without explanation, who avoided me like I carried a plague, who’d made it devastatingly clear that the Blood Moon had been an aberration they wanted nothing to do with.

Alive in a way it never had before. “I was told…” My voice faltered. “I was told I couldn’t conceive. Ever.” Alpha Ryder turned then, his expression torn between awe and something dangerously close to fear. He stepped closer to the bed, resting one hand on the rail. “The healers explained,” he said carefully. “This pregnancy is… unusual. Very early, but strong. Stronger than most first conceptions.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Triplets are rare. Triplets conceived under stress and trauma are rarer still.”

Like he had nowhere else to be. I walked over to him. Close enough to see if he flinched. He didn’t. “So,” I said. “You heard anything about the triplets?” His eyebrows went up. Surprise. A little too fast. A little too wide. Like he’d rehearsed it in the mirror. “No, Alpha,” he said. “I haven’t.” “You sure about that?” “I would have told you if I had.” I studied his face. Looked for cracks. For tells. For anything. “I find that hard to believe.”

I looked up from my sweeping to see people rushing past me toward their homes, their faces pale with terror. "They're coming!" someone shouted. "The Alphas are coming!" My blood turned to ice. The Alpha Triplets. Everyone in the Northern Border territories knew about them - the three most powerful wolves in the entire region. They ruled with iron fists and showed no mercy to anyone who crossed them. "Liora!" Aunt Meredith's shrill voice cut through the morning air. She was standing in our doorway, her face twisted with fury. "Get away from the main street! You are NOT to be seen when they arrive, do you understand me?"

So numb. People say the Triplet Alphas are descendants of the moon goddess—but with vampiric traits. Extremely stronger than all Alphas combined. They had the power of a god. They'd burnt down packs with just a flick of their fingers. Killed people like it was a hobby. From the rumors, all their previous wives had died strangely. No one knew the cause of their death. All three of them. Some say they were fucked to death, unable to take them all—and the thought of that alone sent cold shivers running down my spine. Shivers that felt disturbingly like anticipation.