Three Alphas Novels & Stories

"And if anyone in that hall looks at the three of us with anything less than complete respect I am going to say something about it." Thorian received all three with the patient warmth he had been developing for the better part of a year. "The first two are acceptable," he said. "For the third: the pack will be respectful. I will make that clear before the ceremony begins." "You are very confident," I said. "I have been their Alpha for eleven years," he said. "I know my pack." "And if you are wrong?" I said. "I am not wrong," he said. "And if I were, which I am not, you would say something, and I would be entirely and without reservation on your side."

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.

How could so many live on the same lands and not kill each other, fight over females and resources? “Our pack has three Alphas. Our lands are vast but extremely beautiful. There’s plenty of room for all,” he said, teasing my nipple with his thumb. Three Alphas?? I’d never heard of such a ridiculous thing. “I’ve never pledged to an Alpha. I don’t see the point now. I’ve always taken care of myself and I’d still be in the wild if those stupid fuckers hadn’t tricked my wolf,” I mumbled. I was still raw about it, couldn’t believe Maura had been so easily fooled.

If he was offering a moment of calm, she wasn’t about to shatter it. “What’s your name?” she asked hesitantly. “I mean... who are you, exactly?” “Gillow Rain, Alpha of the South of Homeland.” Arda blinked. “Are there... other Alphas?” “Yes. One for the North, East, and West.” Her chest tightened. “So which of them wants me dead?” “All three.” For a moment, Arda’s heart seemed to stop. Her hand flew to her chest, her breath hitching as though she were on the verge of a heart attack.

The three men from that night were dressed in suits, looking to be at some high-profile event. “These men match your description. They are the triplet Alphas, Cain, Ronan and Leo Vale.” I had never heard of them before. They must be from a small pack. Good. That made getting Elara back easy. “But,” Mason said. His next words stopped me in my tracks. “They are not the Alphas of the pack they are in. They are his Beta, Gamma and Delta, going by their ages.” It took me five seconds to process the meaning of those words.

And they have to stand in front to receive a welcome ritual from Alphas and Luna later. “We present to you! Declan, Luca, and Finn! Alphas of Blue Moon!” A booming voice rang out from Myrna. She was announcing the arrival of the triplets Alphas from the largest Lycan pack in Theta Realm. Everyone stood straight with their heads lifted facing the altar, where the three males, who were taller and bigger than any other members of this pack, were already there.

she had replied. Those had been the last words Zach ever heard. After Zach’s death, the pack had held a proper burial for their Alpha. The ceremony had lasted three days, with pack members from neighboring territories coming to pay their respects. The Alpha had been loved by many, and his death had been felt far beyond their own pack lands. The ritual to make the triplets the new Alphas had been beautiful and solemn. All three brothers had knelt before the pack elders while ancient words were spoken over them. When they stood up, they were no longer just the Alpha’s sons; they were the Alphas themselves.

“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.”

Then one of the envoy members beside him steps forward carefully. “Alpha Leon,” the man says quietly, almost cautiously. “Perhaps this should be handled with more restraint.” My breath catches. Alpha. No. No way. The ballroom erupts into whispers almost instantly. “Alpha Leon Valcrest?” “One of the Tribunal Alphas?” “Oh my god…” “The Black Hollow Alpha…” Fear spreads through the room so quickly I can almost feel it physically. Alpha Leon Valcrest. One of the three ruling Alphas of the Alpha Tribunal. And supposedly the most feared among them.

The quiet presence of three dominant Alphas seems to make the air grow still. * *