Three Alphas Novels & Stories

Alpha Jones said sarcastically. I repressed the urge to break his hand when he put it on my shoulder. I let him guide me over to the gorgeous woman surrounded by three beautiful men in tailored suits. With crystal blue eyes, chiseled jaws, and impressive physiques, the triplets were completely identical but for the way they each styled their dark hair. Even though they were the youngest in the room, they were the most intimidating, aside from their father. Their builds, their height, their auras, their confidence. They were Alphas among Alphas, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the sight. “Alphas, Luna,” Alpha Jones said. “Meet Alpha Ledger of Waning Moon. Alpha Ledger, I’ll leave the rest

Alpha's usually suffered less from bruises and scratches compared to the betas and omegas. "I know we all lost those dear to us. I feel your pain. They were my loyal soldiers. I understand I've been a strict Alpha and haven't shown enough care for you all. I'm sorry for that, and I promise to change my ways," I said, pausing briefly to gauge their expressions. Their faces remained somber, and I knew that nothing I said could lift their spirits at this moment. I watched as their colleagues consoled the grieving wives, who tried to hide their tear-filled eyes from me.

lf only her mother knows how much of a devil Trina was, will she still be happy to see her? Standing by the side was Alpha Rapheth the triplets father who had a calculated glink in his eyes as he stared at Trina. He turned to look at his sons and he was quick to notice their discomfort. Previousily, the look on Alan's eyes the time Salome was coming down the stairs didn't escape his eyes. He had this suspicion that his sons were hiding something from him and seeing Salome's reaction also confirmed it. As an Alpha who has lived long to see a lot of things he concluded that his sons were all attracted to Salome further confirming the prophecy.

I greeted each Alpha with measured ceremony, bows low, words steady: Alpha Mira of Stonepaw, whose clan had traded wolves and secrets with us. She offered a warm smile but held a hawk’s eye. Alpha Gover of the Frostwood Covenant, whose wolves still blamed Crimson Moon for past territorial claims. Alpha Sorin of Riverbend, younger but bold, eager to forge a new path. Their presence sharpened the tension, alliances woven together, a fragile tapestry. Inside the council hall, stone floors, torches flaring, maps laid across a long oaken table, I welcomed them: “Alpha Mira, Alpha Gover, Alpha Sorin, thank you for coming. We gather not to show might, but goodwill.”

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.

The air itself seemed to respond to them. This one stood straighter, his expression stern and unreadable. His gaze locked into mine without wavering. It was colder than the first, assessing and calculating. “She seems a bit interesting, Seth,” the first one said, his lips curving faintly as he glanced sideways at the second. Interesting? The word made my heart skip. “Interesting? I don’t think so, Sage,” another voice echoed. The third Alpha approached us then, walking with an almost effortless majesty. Each step was slow, deliberate, commanding attention without demanding it.

Before the witch helped me go back in time, she had warned me about the terms coming with this spell. “You can change your path, but fate always demand a price.” Once I returned, I would have to fulfill three of Noah’s wishes. This time, we would no longer be trapped in this mate bond anymore. At the Werewolf Council, due to Noah’s special position as the Alpha, we had a lot of documents to sign. On the form’s last page, we needed to sign our names. I watched Noah sign his quickly, then he walked away. I hesitated for a moment.

And it terrifies me how quickly I’m starting to want it. But the real shift is how I watch them now. The three alphas. They’re never far apart, even when they’re doing different things. Kade is always the one giving orders, quiet ones, mostly. A tilt of his head, a low word, and people move. He doesn’t shout. Doesn’t need to. The pack listens because they trust him to be right.

And Tessa standing there, trying so hard not to break. Something ugly twisted inside me at the memory but even uglier at the thought that even after our declaration of her being our mate, she couldn't trust us to protect her. “Still, she shouldn't be afraid of us,” I said coldly. Asher exchanged a glance with Hayes before speaking carefully. “Landon… we're the future alphas of three territories.” ‘But Tessa doesn't want to know that,’ I grumbled inwardly, still pained. “So?”

"Those are the ones, yes." "They're Alphas." She said it like she was reminding herself of a fact she needed to hold onto. "Three Alphas from three different territories. That's not….is that even possible?" "Apparently it is." I leaned against the opposite shelf. "I asked myself the same question and nobody had a satisfying answer."