The Tycoons Triplets Novels & Stories

So that confirmed my assumption, the eldest was the one driving. Surprisingly, they didn’t acknowledge me. Not a single word. They spoke as if I weren’t even there, their voices smooth and confident, the unspoken assertion of dominance clear even over casual chatter. When we arrived, stepping out of their car was like stepping onto a stage. Everyone was watching. Whispers followed me as I walked across the school courtyard. It wasn’t hard to understand why. The triplets drew attention like moths to a flame, their looks ethereal, perfect, almost sculpted. Greek-god material, combined with wealth and an air of untouchable authority.

The guests turned, eyes widening as they took in the sight before them. It wasn’t just their looks that left people in awe, but the power they carried. The kind of power that couldn’t be ignored, the kind that was ingrained in their very existence. The Hawthorne brothers. Aiden. Liam. Zander. Matthew. The Tycoons , the most powerful young bachelors.. . Their mere presence sent waves of energy across the hall, the air thick with authority. They weren’t just any guests, they were royalty.

The triplet Alphas! Dickson tore his gaze from mine, and I did the same, staring at the trio who made the prom hall their runway. Their strides were slow but confident, and even with the time that I had spent in Hollymoor High School, I still couldn't pinpoint who was who. The triplet Alphas. Landon, Luca, and Logan.

My wolf rose eagerly at the thought, begging for the fight. But Nyxion didn’t move. He just stared at me, eyes dark and burning, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding himself back. The silence stretched, hot and suffocating. My chest heaved, every part of me trembling with rage, but I didn’t look away. Couldn’t. We were triplets. Three parts of one whole. Born of the same blood, raised under the same roof, bound to lead together. We had fought side by side, bled side by side, laughed and wept, and carried each other.

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

Draven looked up at her, his jaw set tight. "It’s the triplets," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They just snuck out of the estate... and they took a private helicopter to follow us here." He looked at the beautiful, romantic villa, then back at her, a mix of frustration and amusement crossing his face. "It seems, Mrs. Blackwood," he sighed, though his eyes were filled with pride, "that our children have decided our honeymoon is far too boring without them. And they are landing in ten minutes."

"Talk to me." I sat back on my heels. Looked at all three of them looking at me. There was no version of silence that saved me now. "I'm pregnant," I said. Nobody moved. "Triplets."

The triplets hugged each other without realizing the gawking eyes and the gaping mouth at them. Jane and Jake took Jade to where their father was frozen. " See daddy , we told you we found our triplets brother but you didn't believe us. We are all your kids daddy. I am Jane and he is Jake and this is Jade. WE ARE TRIPLETS.." Jane introduced themselves proudly.

"I-It's…" The triplets lowered their heads down timidly. They were not brave enough to tell Molly the truth. 'Mommy is going to be angry if she knew that grandpa and grandma gave us these watches, right?' The triplets had no choice but to look at Sean and ask for help. 'Uncle Sean, please help us out!' Their pitiful eyes seemed to say. Sean brought his brows together as if he could guess what the triplets were trying to say. Then, he moved his thin lips. "Tony, I told you to get the triplets a present previously. Did you get each of them a watch? "

The twins also looked exactly like the triplets when they were younger. "Roscoe, Dos and Tres look so much of you, Kraius. Quatro and Cinco got the shape of my face but still looks like you. Do you have a magic spell that cast on me? You know, it's a bit not fair," the woman said, hiding his nervousness.