Three Alphas Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Mate.” The word landed like a bomb. Nebula burst into hysterical laughter. “Grandma is going to burn this campus to the ground.” No one laughed with her. Because we all knew the truth now. Three Alpha heirs. One mate. A human. And pack law forbade everything about it.

“You three are acting crazy. We don’t know if we’re mates. This pack and leading it is your legacy. I’m just some type of something. You three are the Alpha Triplets of the Far-Side Moon Pack. I’m just good old Detective Alsie, who doesn’t quite fit in here and who doesn’t quite fit in with the humans either. As wonderful as it sounds, I won’t let any of you give up your legacy or do anything that will hurt the pack.” “Alsie?” “Yes, Alpha.” “You four are mates. 100%, without a doubt, mates. Born to be together, tied together until death.”

“Go to the Alpha’s quarters and see how he is doing. Can you do that?” She nodded and left immediately. I returned my gaze to his quarter and then to the remaining Alphas. News of Alpha Aeron’s announcement must have spread through the entire pack by now. I bit my nails as thoughts raced through my mind. There could only be one true Alpha in the Pack. The triplets had ruled together only because they refused to fight for power. That was why my uncle had chosen Nyxion. Now Alpha Aeron had announced Naeris as his mate. Does that mean two of the triplets are going to die?

Olivias pov My eyes flew open at his words, bracing myself for the fight ahead. The triplet alphas—Cole, Casper, and Carlson—moved together like a well-oiled machine, and each step synced as if they could read each other's minds. Their confidence filled the clearing, a thick air meant to scare me. But I held my ground, ignoring their attempt to intimidate me.

And just like that, X handed him his notice — and not the polite kind. The three Alphas didn’t waste a second. One moment they were still, the next they were tearing toward the enemy like storms breaking loose. They shouted orders as they ran, rallying their wolves, while Reynold, his son, and their beta scrambled back to their side. From what I could tell, there were no women among them.

The Alpha stepped forward holding a whip—thin, cruel leather—and I felt my throat tighten. “Beta punishment,” he said casually. “Twelve lashes for disrespect.” “This is stupid,” I snapped. “You’re stupid. This whole—” The first lash hit my back before I could finish, a hot line of fire slicing across my skin, and I hissed through my teeth, gripping the pole they tied me to, refusing to bend. “Count,” the Alpha ordered. “No,” I whispered. The second lash struck harder and someone recorded it, murmuring, “Damn, he’s not even crying.”

She has three. And not just any wolves—no, the moon never settles for subtlety. She bound Elara Vale to the Obsidian Crown triplets. Three Alpha males. Three rulers in their own right. United not only by blood but by power, territory, and loyalty that runs far deeper than most packs ever achieve. Kael. Ronan. Silas. I have ruled Nightfang for decades. I have fought wars, crushed uprisings, silenced rivals who thought themselves clever. But even I am not arrogant enough to believe I can go against three Alphas openly and walk away unscathed.

he said, looking all over the room, “ The crowd started murmuring. I just wrapped my arms around myself. “The rogues will regroup,” Alpha Thomas continued. “They always do. They didn’t come with all of their men this time. But they’ll come back stronger. And we must be ready when they do. There will be no mistakes next time.” The words settled over me immediately. My stomach twisted nervously, and then I noticed the triplets standing together near the back. Roman’s face was expressionless, Axel held his injured arm stiffly at his side, and Zade’s face had that same hard look he always wore when he was deep in thought.

I say, and Maria nodded her head. “It is one of the reasons that our 3 packs work so well together, the Alphas have pretty much the same ways of running the packs. Of course, each one has their own traditions and so on. But all in all, they know how to work together, fight together. When the 3 Alphas fight side by side, people are fascinated.” She tells me, and I smile.

“Kai’s been clear about it, keeps saying Freddie’s scent marks him as mate, not just pack.” Logan shifts, his gaze flicking to Freddie, then back to us. “Steel’s the same, insists it’s a bond, deep, the kind that doesn’t break.” I feel River settle a bit at hearing it out loud, like admitting it takes some of the pressure off, but it opens up the mess we’re in, three alphas all tied to one person, something that’s never happened in any pack I’ve heard of. “But three of us to one,” I say, keeping my voice low so Freddie doesn’t wake, “that’s not normal, packs don’t work that way, one alpha per mate, or close to it, but never all three like this.”