Romans & histoires Thorn Triplets Book

Thorn's eyes grew tortured as he struggled to maintain control of his emotions, "I tried to stay away from you, Raeann, but it's useless, my dragon has chosen you, and you are my mate." Raeann gasped and pulled her hand from his, shaking her head in denial as she looked at Valenar, "I already have a mate, Thorn!" She cried, trying to create some distance from him. Valenar stepped forward and grabbed at her hand; without saying a thing, he placed it once more in his brothers, closing Thorn's fist around it and squeezing. Thorn continued softly, "Valenar has explained to me about the tri-mate bond and given me his blessing to court you if you are open to giving me a chance?"

Kael, Thorne, Draven, and I stood together, radiating unmatched energy that could protect everyone, change fates, and defeat any threat. The second option was darker: a path where mastery is denied or the inheritance is claimed without understanding. The Silver Heart dimmed, pieces broke off, and the bonds we had worked so hard to protect began to fall apart. The triplets were in danger, the forest was on fire, and I could feel the anger, sadness, and regret pressing down on me like molten chains.

By the next winter, the triplets have engineered a peace: not just with themselves, but with the cold, the dark, the burning, repetitive ache that comes from loving the same person in the exact same way. Their worlds have flattened into one, but instead of making it smaller, it’s made a capacious new country, weird and wild and never the same twice.

It felt like it had been a lifetime since I first met the triplets, and everything had spiraled out of control so quickly. “Mom,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I struggled to find the words. “The triplets… Theron, Ranon, and Alaric. They…” I faltered, my thoughts colliding in my head. How could I even begin to explain? She looked at me, her expression soft, understanding. “What happened, Elowen?” she asked gently. “They—” I hesitated, my chest tight with emotion. “They made me believe in something that wasn’t real. At first, it felt like we had this bond, this connection. But now I see it… it was all manipulation.”

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Dante asked in excitement and Sebastian nodded. "Um..." He hummed, pinching his nose and stroking an imaginary beard. "Gosh, can't I just have all of them?" He mumbled but Sebastian heard him. "You can have a maximum of three." "Really? Then I choose Fred, Leo aaaand ... Xander." "Okay. You like them that much huh?"

I know the boys can't stand how hot it gets there, but they go because of the girls. “Why are they bothering to argue with them?” Hera asks. “I have no idea. I would think by now that they would have learned that once those three, especially my girls, get an idea in their head that nothing will change their minds.” I answer. Well, all of the boys are now 22. Ashton was the last to have his birthday a month ago. They have been patrolling the borders more frequently. It is not uncommon for all five of them to be out patrolling at different times. I know why Kaleb is out more. He is looking for Kylani. I am not sure about Dustin, Ashton, and Nate. They all seem to be searching for som

Balanced. We stayed in the valley for seven days, learning from Thorne. He taught us ways to read the land’s deeper moods, simple rituals to strengthen the bonds between packs, and songs that carried healing magic in their notes. In return, we shared stories of Stormridge how hatred had been turned to strength, how love had conquered where force could not. On the final evening, Thorne walked with us to the edge of the valley. He pressed two small crystal shards into our hands—fragments from the nexus itself.

Elena stared at the ultrasound images clutched in her trembling hands, her heart racing with a mixture of joy and fear. Three tiny heartbeats. Triplets. After three years of silent devotion, she finally had something that might make Gabriel see her as more than just a contract obligation. The study door swung open, and Alpha Gabriel Thorne strode in, his powerful frame still radiating heat from his recent shift. His phone buzzed before Elena could speak, and he answered without looking at her.

I blurt out. “Oh my!” Valentina exclaims. “What the hell!” Gianna squeals. “How about I come over to spend the weekends??” I laugh. “You wanna seduce them, huh?” I tease. “Yes yes!” She laughs. Valentina narrows her eyes at me, leaning closer to the screen. “Wait, wait, back up. Triplets? And they're hot?” “Identical triplets,” I repeat with a dramatic sigh, flopping back on my bed. “Like sinfully attractive. You wouldn't want to believe it unless you saw them.”