Three Mothers Trilogy Novels & Stories

A few days later, Rose went back to see Miss Felicia. “My secretary said you wanted to see me again, what’s the problem? Felicia asked. “We were having a discussion a few days ago, before some man interrupted,” Rose said, eyeing her suspiciously. Felicia’s face hardened. “Miss Rose, please leave. This is not your business.” “It is my business,” Rose said firmly. “My son is a victim here, and I need a proper explanation.” “Look, I understand,” Rose said gently “I'm a single mother too. I've faced threats. But you cannot let them see you as weak.”

“Like I said before, it went too fast. I couldn’t see. All I saw was her face and the battle raging behind her. Neither Devin nor Xander were there.” All three of our heartbeats pick up, fear for our friends permeating the air. Meredith continues. “The Goddess spoke to me, as well. She called it a ‘war of threes.’ There will be three deaths, three victories, three different trios, and three losses. We will be betrayed and experience great sorrow and joy. She insisted that I warn everyone. That we be prepared.” She looks a little pale. I quickly get up and get her a Coke.

The Mother of Three She moved closer then, placing a hand on each of our chests in turn. “When you were born,” she said quietly, “the Moon whispered a promise to me.” Kael stiffened. Ronan frowned. Silas listened. “She said my sons would rule together, but love would come at a cost.” Her fingers trembled faintly. “That your mate would not be easy. That she would be… fragile.” Human. The word went unspoken—but it hovered between us like truth. “If she is not in Obsidian Crown,” my mother continued, “then she will be in another pack. Or between worlds.”

But I did not. I could barely breathe, and yet my voice came, small but defiant. “Why am I here?” The first Moon Mother’s voice rolled over me like thunder and ice. “Aria of broken blood and unbroken will. You have walked the path of pain and survived.” The second’s voice followed, calm but sharp. “You have been betrayed, abandoned, and humiliated beyond measure.” The third’s voice was soft—more dangerous than the others. “And still, you stand. Unbowed. Undiminished.”

Too tired. But the bond pulls me back. Jake’s voice drags me back. The pups’ cries tie me to the earth. One last contraction hits— And I push with everything I have left. The third baby arrives in a burst of bright, blinding magic. Mara catches her— another girl— and gasps softly. “Jake…” Mara whispers. “…this one has your eyes.” Jake looks at all three of them like the universe just cracked open. Three pups. Three heirs.

"Fight for her? Step aside? Share her, for fuck's sake?" "Language," she and Aunt Trista say in perfect unison, making me roll my eyes despite the seriousness of the moment. "The triad connection is unique," Mom continues after a pointed look. "It doesn't follow normal pack dynamics or traditional mating patterns. What happens between the three of you—romantically, emotionally, personally—will be as unique as the connection itself." "That's not actually helpful," I point out. "It wasn't meant to be," she counters with maddening calm. "Some things can't be simplified into easy instructions, Liam. Some paths must be discovered through walking them rather than explained beforehand."

The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to think. “Did he tell you that?” My mother is trembling as she glares at me. “You want to know why I left? He raped me, you and Jaxon were the result of that. I tried sticking around. I tried so damn hard. I thought having the girls would help.” She wipes the tears from her face. “He tried again and you know what? Cyrus didn’t believe me, not for one fucking second.” “He told us you died.” “I know.” The triplets had been silent. Not a sound had come from them as they listened to our mother. I wondered how many times they had heard the story. I wondered how many times they had plotted revenge against our father.

“Welcome to working motherhood. We operate in a world of imaginary rules designed to prove we can do everything.” Three Days Later - Back in New York Film Maya came over for lunch, now eight months pregnant and moving slowly. She settled onto the couch with effort while Seraphine managed Charlotte’s afternoon feeding. “Tell me the truth about working motherhood,” Film Maya said. “Because I’m about to do this and everyone keeps saying contradictory things.”

… The next morning, I took a day off to bring Natalie to the mall. I bought her a new dress and a new backpack. Everything that was hers had to be brand new. We shopped, had a good meal, and went to the movies. For once, we did everything an ordinary mother and daughter would do. That day, Natalie finally broke out into a bright smile. … In the afternoon, I received an unexpected call. It was from my mother-in-law, Catherine Brown. Her cries filled my ears as soon as the call was connected. "Whitney, you heartless woman! Haven't you ruined Arnold enough? What more do you want?" Catherine's high-pitched tone stabbed at my ear.

They lay there for a moment in the silence that followed, three women bound by a secret that would stain their souls forever, the Reverend Mother atop the Claire a queen among her subjects, their heartbeats slowing in the dark of the office. “Your little pussies belong to mother now.” The reverend mother whispered. Claire and Joan lay on the floor, their bodies twitching and their pussies throbbing.