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The triplets were vibrating. Leo, the eldest, stood with his feet planted wide, his small jaw set in the exact same stubborn line as Killian’s. His eyes were no longer the soft gold of a pup; they were a hard, metallic bronze. Ace was crouched on all fours, his fingers dug into a crack in the glass, his nostrils flaring as he caught a scent on the wind that made his lip curl in a snarl. But it was Luna who terrified me. She was standing perfectly still, her platinum hair standing on end as if charged by a massive electrical current. She wasn't looking at me or her father. She was pointing toward the Northern Sea.

I say, grabbing my stiff cock and lowering it to her entrance. “Did you fuck Ama here?” she asks, closing her knees around my hips. “What does that matter?” I growl. “You let the triplets pass you around like a fucking whore.” “If she means so little to you, then show me,” Luna shoots back. “Fuck me on her body.” She thrusts her finger at the dead wolf across from us, lifeless next to the wall.

Since it was about the pack’s company, and as Luna, it was my duty to lend a helping hand. “What’s wrong, Liam? Tell me—I could help,” I said softly, taking another step closer. He let out a mocking laugh. “Help? You help?” he said, shaking his head. “You can’t even satisfy me—something an ordinary maid can do—and you think you can help with this? Do you even know the kind of people those damn triplets are? You can’t even stand before them. They probably wouldn’t look at you twice before pulling a trigger on your fucking head, and you think you can help?”

“I heard you had a craving.” I laughed, taking the frosty glass and licking up some of the dribbling ice cream. “Well, let him try,” I said. “We have an entire pack he will have to come through. Everyone is excited about the birth of the new triplets. They see it as a sign.” “They see it as prophetic,” Lucy said with a grin. “Literally. The Council wasn’t very discrete with the prophecy, and it wasn’t too hard to figure out that Izzy is the only Luna pregnant with triplets who is mated to Triplet Alphas.”

The Twins’ Awakening The air was thick with tension, the kind that crawled beneath your skin and whispered warnings of coming storms. Elena sat on a jagged rock overlooking the rebel camp’s training ground, her swollen belly heavy but her mind restless. The twins inside her stirred, their power simmering just beneath the surface — waiting. Around her, the rogues moved with cautious eyes, the scars of past battles etched deep on their faces. Yet none dared approach her recklessly. She was their Luna now, a beacon of something fierce and unyielding.

Luna was crying silently . She didn't knew what wrong she did in her past life .She lost her family and lived a hard life as a orphan. Today she is caged and forced to marry a devil. why was her life so hard ? Why can't she live her own life peacefully.

Samuel stared at his own reflection, with contained anger. The tension between them was dense. A mixture of apprehension and anxiety—especially in Gabriel, who desperately sought the truth about the triplets. When the cabin stopped on the ground floor and the doors opened, the two advanced with determined steps to the car. Meanwhile... The school was traditional. The academy where the triplets studied had imposing gates and silent corridors. When Lana arrived, she was received by the principal with certain formality—but with a gleam of concern in her eyes. They both knew each other, and she knew that this was Alpha Kan's wife. His Luna. She had freedom in that place, no matter what she asked

“But you didn't.” “Yes, I did.”No, you didn't.” “Yes, I didn't. Don't you see? I've won. I inflicted every wound you wear on your skin. I gave every drop of poison running through your veins and your ‘mate’ is about to make me his Luna.``Is That what makes you think you've won? You used trick's instead of doing it openly and that is how a loser acts. You are no different from a loser.“And?”

“Let me help carry it.” I met his warm, inviting eyes, my pulse thumping. He deserved the full story—about my kids, about John, about my life as Scott’s wife. “Liam,” I started, my voice a whisper, “there’s something from my past you need to know.” I paused, gathering my words. “I have triplets—Jace, Niko, and Rhea.” I looked up, watching for his reaction. His expression stayed calm, eyes fixed on mine, a gentle nod urging me to continue. His lips pressed together briefly, then relaxed, his attention fully on me, like every word I said mattered deeply.

he said flatly. “She gave birth early this morning,” the warrior continued. “Both mother and child survived.” Kharl nodded once. That was it. No rush of joy. No surge of possessive instinct. Just a dull acknowledgment of information received. “And?” he prompted when the warrior lingered. “And the pack is waiting for you to visit,” the warrior added carefully. “To see the Luna and the child.” Kharl’s lip curled almost imperceptibly. Luna. The title still tasted wrong when applied to Lydia.