The Triplets Final Regret Novels & Stories

My stomach flips, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’ve lost my footing. Beside me, Ghost finally speaks. “What the fuck do we do with three?” He drags a hand down his face, groaning. “Trade one for a bike? Hand one off to a brother like it’s a spare part? Sit one on the bar and call it a mascot?” Despite the panic buzzing under my skin, I snort. Only Ghost could react to triplets like they’re stray puppies someone dumped on the clubhouse steps. But my fingers curl tighter around the sheet beneath me, and I can’t take my eyes off the flickering lights on the screen. Three heartbeats. Three lives. Three.

“I was angry at them… and angrier at myself for not stopping it. I should have protected you. Instead, I obeyed rules that destroyed you. If pain could be taken back, I would bleed for it willingly.” Their words hung in the air: regret, guilt, and remorse laid bare. For the first time, the triplets were not Alphas or rivals. They were broken men, standing before the woman they had wronged. “Do you think your apologies can erase the pain I suffered because you rejected me?” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger and old wounds. The moment the words left my lips, all three of them froze, shock rippling through the bond they once shattered as they glanced to each other in shock.

The only thing I was a bit confused about was what he wanted. As we kept many things in mind, I couldn’t get King Enzo angry at me. He had no idea what I knew from the triplets. Unlike me, the triplets gave themselves to King Enzo. After all, their first time was also the result of their triple pregnancy. All three of them had a pup on the way; they were more than scared, but with my help, they would be alright, hopefully, sadly, King Enzo is still angry at them for sleeping with their husbands a week later.

"Emily Walker. But that's my former name. Academy regulations require graduating students to use their unit numbers as their official designations." The whole family's expressions darkened. They went into the study and talked in words I couldn't understand: "PTSD... depersonalization... long-term therapy..." After that, things got strange at home. They started tiptoeing around me. On Sophia's birthday, they made a difficult decision: to send Sophia away. This would be Sophia's last birthday with us. The living room was filled with balloons. A two-layer cake sat on the table. Sophia walked over to me, still gentle and sweet. "Happy birthday, big sister."

Gena stopped banging at the door, but I could hear her heavy sighs. “Fine then. It's because of that woman, right?” She asked. Her voice was hard, then I heard a shuffle. Like she scrambled up. “She would regret not dying two years ago.” Gena whispered that. After a while, her footsteps became distant, as well as her breathing. My eyes narrowed. I should be happy that she has left. Actually, I was, but she said something. She said Mabel would regret not dying two years ago. Where was Gena going?

It sounded like Maddie wanted to get married, but Jules refused. I drove all the way to JFK Airport, ready to begin my round-the-world trip. I stayed for at least two weeks in each country, experiencing the local cultures and sending postcards to my parents and friends. During this time, Lauren told me about Maddie and Jules. "Sophie, you really should have seen the news," Lauren said vividly on the phone, her glee obvious even across the Atlantic. "You know how important Jules' project was, right? Maddie stormed into the meeting room, pointed at the female partner, and yelled, 'Stay away from my man!' The partner was one of the top M&A lawyers on Wall Street, and she immediately had her leg

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her again. I hugged my beast and my tears broke out without control. "Emily! Are you okay? I'm sorry for forcing you to keep hiding." "Don't apologize. I completely understand. It was fate that pushed you to make the hard decision. There's no need to cry over spilled milk. As long as you don't regret it, then I'm fine." I wiped away the tears of emotion and chuckled bitterly. "Maybe I do have some regrets. When I was pregnant with the triplets, I didn't think of any other way out and dictated by impulsive judgment instead." I hugged my knees. "Now... Xander knows that he has daughters from me...."

Then, with a final wave goodbye, I turned and left the den. The walk back to the main house was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Hana's words echoed in my mind: the triplets were trying to change. Were they really? A part of me wanted to believe it. After all, Gunter's apology had felt sincere, and his suggestion to visit Hana definitely wasn't a controlling move. But the other part of me, the part that still held onto the hurt and anger, remained skeptical. As I approached the house, I saw the triplets waiting for me on the porch, their faces etched with worry. Ryder was the first to speak.

" A sharp pain struck my chest, and my breathing grew tight. Elara’s words were like a dull knife, carving into my heart again and again. She knew exactly how to hurt me the most, which was why she could defeat me so easily. I drew in a slow breath and tried to steady myself. "You’re right. A jinx like me doesn’t deserve you. We’re done. The wedding is canceled." After saying that, I hung up. A notification from Elara’s social media popped up on my phone. She was completely naked, draped over Drew, the flush on her face not yet faded. She had written: "No matter how much time passes, you will always be the one I couldn’t have. I finally gave myself to you. From now on, I’m yours."

“ Its time to make 1 million dollars. “ She whispered. Thane rose, “ Welcome to the Regent hotel, I am Thane Macmiller. These are my brothers Chad and Klein. You may have heard of us, whatever you have heard doesn't matter, what matters is why you are here. Welcome to the Macmiller triplets game of sex. As the name implies, you all get to partake in ten sexual practices that pleases us, dependent on our choosing. Ten days, and after each game there will be a winner for each round and one person will be eliminated. On the 9th round there will be no eliminations as both competitors will play the final round where we will pick a winner. Goodluck! “ Chad spoke next, he inhaled deeply weed from h