The Triplets Silent Mate Novels & Stories

I couldn’t give anything away as my heart thundered in my chest. The fear of Lorenzo suddenly calling out to me scared me more than anything else right now. Not a single word had been spoken since I slid into the backseat beside Luca. Nico sat on my other side, silent. Matteo was in the front, drumming his fingers against his thigh, his jaw tight. The silence wasn’t comforting—it was loud, brutal, sharp enough to cut skin. I was unable to tell why the triplets had decided to stay quiet after something like this had happened.

She was suffering and it was our fault and now we were making it worse. “Does it make you uncomfortable, Blue?” Tristan asked, his fingers on her jaw. I saw her pupils dilate then her body swayed toward his touch even as her mind screamed to run. Something was reacting to all three of us at the same time which should NOT be possible. Shared mates were almost unheard of and human mates for Alpha bloods? Never been heard of. A human mate for THREE alpha-blood wolves? The Moon Goddess wouldn’t be that cruel. But I felt something every time I touched her. That click of rightness like finding something I didn’t know I was missing.

"By sleeping with me, the Mark didn't just tie you to me. We are triplets. We share a soul, a bloodline, and a throne. You are physically and spiritually bonded to all three of us simultaneously." ​I felt sick. My stomach twisted into a knot. "So what? I'm just... shared property? One girl for three monsters?" ​"You are our mate," Silas corrected. "The missing piece. Without you, our wolves are unstable. We’ve been searching for you for longer than you've been alive." ​Suddenly, a sound filled my head. It wasn't a voice—it was a feeling. A deep, rumbling hum that felt like a warm blanket, followed by a edge of hunger, and a soft, pleading whine. It was coming from them, but their mouths were

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

She waved me over with the enthusiasm of a woman who definitely had gossip ready to burst. “Oh gods, sit. Sit, I have things,” she said, pulling me down onto the bench like we were back in high school. “Okay, so. Did you meet the triplets from Greynight yet? They’re healers and all three of them are stupid hot. Two are mated and the third is open. Like open open. I think she has her eyes on that broody weapons master you keep avoiding.” I cackled. “Tarin.” “What?” She smirked. “I just report the news.”

Sun-warm wheat and clean leather, the breath right before a harvest. Aria surges to the front of my mind, tail high, eyes bright. Mate. Mates. Her joy cracks something open inside me. The pull is magnetic, a low, thrumming ache that drags me forward before I remember to breathe. The bond sings through my chest like a new heartbeat, and for a fragile, shining second, I belong. Three pairs of golden eyes lock on me from across the hall. Damian, Lucian and Adrian. The Alpha triplets. The heirs of this pack. Gasps ripple through the crowd like a wave.

The ghosts of her past were awake again, and this time, they weren’t going to disappear quietly. As lightning flashed across the sky, her phone buzzed once more. Another message appeared. “You can’t protect them forever, Madeline. We’re coming for what’s ours.” Her heart sank as she realized what it meant. They weren’t after her anymore. They were after the triplets. And this time, she couldn’t run.

My kind, steady doctor held me tight against his chest, murmuring soft words of comfort, but I could feel the quiet sadness and helplessness radiating from him too. Later that night, after Landon had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep in my bed, clinging to me like he was afraid I might disappear and Mom had retired to her room with worried eyes, I slipped out to the back porch alone. The cool night air wrapped around me as I sat on the old wooden steps, staring into the dark forest. The mate bond was still there, painful and insistent, whispering that the triplets were close. That they were suffering too. That maybe, just maybe, they truly regretted what they had done.

It was then that the other two triplets walked in, and their eyes darkened . “You have got to be kidding me,” Dante muttered. The air around them instantly became tense. Three mates? That alone was rare. But a human being mated to the Alpha triplets? Impossible. Dante grabbed Ava’s wrist roughly and dragged her away from the crowded ballroom until they reached an empty hallway. “What the hell is going on?” Dante demanded, releasing her hand. “How are you mated to all three of us?” he snapped in frustration. “And why the hell is our mate human?”

I leaned forward, releasing a wave of Alpha dominance that forced the Beta to avert his gaze. “But Daciana is my mate. She is your Luna, and she will remain your Luna until the day I draw my last breath. Do not test my tolerance on this matter again.” Before Marcus could formulate another excuse, a sudden, violent jolt tore through my chest. Inside my mind, my inner wolf reared back on his hind legs, claws digging into the recesses of my consciousness, howling in frantic, agonized panic. Mate! the beast screamed, thrashing against our mental bond. She’s slipping away! Mate is in danger!