Novelas y relatos de Triplet

My hands clenched into fists under the table. Then came the much-anticipated topic. "Blue Moon is left without an Alpha," Alpha Aragon said, "Have you decided to step up and take the place, Stuart?" The beta faltered; his expression was taut. "I would never." He cleared his throat, his eyes rolling to me. "Besides, we've already decided on the next Alpha." Anxiety licked at my skin. "You mean—" "Yes, Luna Peony. We all know that the triplets are Alpha Xander's offspring. So they are the ones who deserve to inherit the leadership, regardless of any past agreements."

“That’s why your mother will always have to watch her mate. Because her mating isn’t blessed.” Katie looked livid, her lips twisting in an ugly fashion. “Just tell your wh0re mother to stay away from my father. And you stay away from the triplets.” I sighed, tired of this exchange. “You know what, Katie? You go for it. Just try to win the triplets from me. Because it won’t work. This mate bond is fated.” Katie gave a sinister smile. “There are ways to break a mate bond that the goddess does endorse,” she threatened. I gave a bark of laughter.

Ziah looked at her like she had betrayed him most horribly, and Zeke looked like he was about to cry. George interjected, "As a medical professional, I believe this is a genetic anomaly. The triplets shared a placenta which explains why they were paired with one person. However, since we recognize this as a mistake, two of them will need to break the bond, leaving one to remain with her. And given Kai's alpha status, I think he is best suited to be with Vespa.” He said it with such smugness that I knew it was going to offend Ziah.

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.

“There is no home for me there.” He grabbed my arm, his grip hard. “Stop being so childish. You’re coming home with me.” I wrenched free from him, but the force of my escape sent my shoulder bag crashing to the ground. Its contents scattered across the pavement—my phone, wallet, and a piece of family photo. Ryder’s eyes locked onto it. Before I could move, he bent down and picked it up, his eyes narrowing as he studied the faces of my triplets. “What is this?” His voice was low, dangerous. “Who are they?”

Sylver stated. I widened my eyes at his thought process. It was so different from mine that I wondered if he was truly my brother. How did this man, who was so different from me, end up my triplet? “I think it’s a win-win for us. We get a pet who turned out to be our mate and who also possesses the most alluring blood. The Blood Orange — it’s wanted by all. I read somewhere it gives power,” Cassian chimed in, completely oblivious to how I was feeling.

“We’re mates, too.” “No,” I shook my head, trying to pull away. “That’s not possible. Mates… it can’t be, first Zack, then Kane now you, I'm supposed to have only one mate.” He chuckled darkly, pinning me in place with just the weight of his presence. “Normally, yes. But nothing about us is normal. We're triplets, born under a blood moon. Blessed or cursed with a shared bond, a rare phenomenon.” His hand moved to my waist, sliding up the curve of my side, stopping just below my breast. I froze.

Ava’s POV The Wayland triplet shared a look between themselves and I figured they were thinking about their next move. Their backs were against the wall and they only had a few options that wouldn’t lead to their destruction and even in their pride and arrogance, they weren’t stupid and I knew that above all, they were going to choose to protect their necks first. “I don’t have all day, Wayland.” Lukan sighed. “You’re going to have to make a decision right away so we can proceed to the next phase. I’m sure you want this to end as quickly as I want it to.”

Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω SCENE IN THE CLAN The clan was filled with guards and maids emerging to greet the Triple Three A.K.A The Trios who had just returned from their mission. They consistently succeeded in every mission, and there were three of them. They referred to themselves as the triple three. Their names were Anna, Riley, and Jordan. Anna continued to leap with joy at being back in her homebase. “Hey freaking peeps, what's uuupp”She yelled as she twirled in her multi-coloured boots.

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.