The Widowmaker's Triplets Novels & Stories

He paused, looking at me like he wanted me to understand what he was saying, but I didn't give a damn thing away. Triplets. The rarest and most dangerous phenomenon in the werewolf world, sharing one lethal pack mind. I still kept my facial expressionless. I locked my terrified wolf down, burying her deep so they couldn't smell the cold sweat of my fear. “We followed your trail down to the Mid Forest and saw you slumped down with an enforcer over you. We killed and got you out just in time, but your pup died.”

It was a sentiment they hadn't felt in years. The triplets experienced an unparalleled connection, surpassing anything they had ever known. A bond formed among them as they beheld Dirk's face, radiant in the night like the moon itself. Dirk's well-being was vital to their own. His life held profound significance. He was their mate, and nothing could alter that. Dirk would forever remain of utmost importance to them, even beyond death. Everything else could go to hell. They were a united front, a force to be reckoned with. No one and nothing would harm Dirk or tear him away from them again. In unison, the triplets took a deep breath and released it, their actions synchronized.

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t

She already knew she did not like this Alberto guy. He kept on emphasizing the fact that she was a widow and Victoria hated it. He implied she did not have an identity outside of being Wilfred’s wife and that was the last thing she wanted to be remembered for. “Yes, and she is also my business partner now.” Ian retorted. “Ah, is that so? Good for you, Mrs. Darlington. Now, we have prepared a seat for the two of you. Please, enjoy the party.” He led them to their seat and Victoria settled herself down. In the seat, there are four more people on the same table as them.

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Talked so mannerlessly to him. That woman... "After being more thorough, it's been discovered Angelique Manchester bore triplets" Nirvana paused, though she didn't mean too. She expected to catch a glimpse of a reaction. Any reaction. But he did nothing except lift a finger. The owl landed on the basin, beak dipped into the blood tainted water and feathers brushed as it drank. "She.." Nirvana inhaled nothing then continued. "She had triplets who she always referred to as her life. They've been kidnapped"

The hard-faced leader with the ability of a fortis began, “Callows. Get to it. How much longer?” The Callows were lycan triplets - Matthew, Nessa and Ourelia. Gifted and ambitious didn’t even begin to describe these three scientists, who shared a home lab since they were kids. Science fairs and competitions were for losers who wanted to waste time and potential on small-scaled successes that would be forgotten once the heat of the competition was over. The triplets had never aimed for anything less than world domination.

"What are you talking about?" She took a deep breath, lowering her voice to a whisper. "We have to call the triplets." My heart skipped a beat, dread tightening in my stomach. "The triplets? Ruby, no. You know I swore I wouldn’t involve myself with them again. You know how controlling and consuming they can be." "I know, Willow, but we’re running out of options. The Alpha is helping, but this goes deeper than just the pack. Whoever took your children… they’re part of something bigger, something that the triplets might be able to uncover."

They still might have a few issues but it wasn’t going to be something they couldn’t overcome. Max knew their kids were going to be the ultimate test of nature versus nurture. The triplets had two parents who were insane. Their mother, Deanna’s cousin, Samra, was incarcerated at the mental asylum Winter Haven because she had turned cannibalistic after being raped and tortured by David for months. She had given birth to the triplets, and Deanna’s grandfather had taken custody of all three. He hid the girls in the secret attic rooms and kept Henry as his adopted son.