Triplets On Secret Mission Novels & Stories

I added, pulling my gaze away from Xenra, but as I did, I saw her nodding her head in understanding. In that instant, I mind-linked my three secret generals, asking them to come to my room with immediate effect. Within two minutes, I got the signal of their presence, and I immediately let them in through a secret door in my room. "At your service, Alpha!" The three of them chorused with a deep bow, their voices ringing with a determination that resonated with mine. "I've called you here because there's a secret mission I want you to embark on," I said to them with a firm voice.

The golden light of the Palace’s resonance was still fading when the triplets descended the grand staircase. They didn't run like frightened children. They moved with a synchronized, heavy grace that made the newly turned soldiers in the courtyard go silent. Maya was in the lead, her small face set in a mask of regal calm, while Leo and Toby flanked her like two tiny, silver-eyed sentinels.

Panicking, she stood up and started running back toward the pack house as fast as she could. When she got close to the pack territory, she noticed that everyone was running around frantically. People were shouting and moving with urgent purpose. Something big was happening. She stopped one of the maids who was hurrying past her. “What’s happening?” Sarah asked breathlessly. “Why is everyone running around?” The maid looked at her with wide, excited eyes. “The triplets have come back!” she said. “And they’ve demanded that an autopsy be done on the Alpha. They want to know the exact reason for his death.”

I said without hesitation. “Where?” he demanded. I shook my head. “My turn for a question.” He laughed. “So it is.” “What is the Trinary?” I asked. “A group of three very dangerous assassins who pool their resources on occasion and help each other out from time to time,” he replied. “Now, where?” I gave him latitude and longitude coordinates. Those coordinates would be burned into my brain forever because I knew I’d arranged a slaughter there. “Excellent. Ibrahim, are you taking notes?” he asked.

It was when I was with the female security guard that I discovered that she was hired by the triplets because of me. As if that wasn’t enough, the triplet wouldn’t stop using the walkie-talkie to talk to me. Every few minutes, one of them would call me so much that I was forced to hand it over to the security guard. The Alpha Devils were driving me crazy. How was I supposed to win when they wouldn’t stop calling? Finding the treasure situated in the heart of the forest was kind of hard. Not kind of. It was very difficult. I had to solve puzzles to get clues to the next location.

“One of our spies has confirmed that Gabby and his people have put the triplet’s abode under close surveillance. Since Chris and his men have gone, they are literally in trouble. The mission would have started by now!” I stood up. “I will accept everything but Chris and my triplets won’t die when I can use my life in exchange for theirs!” I told Wilbert confidently. “I believe that the needed elite squad is ready?” “Sure, it is. It is a voluntary squad and all we need is their willingness to contribute to this,” Wilbert said carefully. He sounded quite convinced. “I have pulled this off already and we will do it according to what you have in mind. Do me a favour and tell me you have a plan,

It was a sentiment they hadn't felt in years. The triplets experienced an unparalleled connection, surpassing anything they had ever known. A bond formed among them as they beheld Dirk's face, radiant in the night like the moon itself. Dirk's well-being was vital to their own. His life held profound significance. He was their mate, and nothing could alter that. Dirk would forever remain of utmost importance to them, even beyond death. Everything else could go to hell. They were a united front, a force to be reckoned with. No one and nothing would harm Dirk or tear him away from them again. In unison, the triplets took a deep breath and released it, their actions synchronized.

She held out a glass of dark brown juice that smelled like spices, but I was used to consuming similar drinks, so I just downed it right away. "I knew coming here was a bad idea.” Azalea scanned my face, waiting for my response. I shook my head. Dizziness assaulted me hard, blurring my vision and only getting worse and worse. Azalea didn't ask twice, commanding Stuart and the two deltas—who had been accompanied to the mortal city—to return to Blue Moon before night came. "Keep your people searching for the triplets, but keep it under your hat," I whispered to Stuart before the car left the mortal city border.

Flipping the damn thing open—its seal had been torn open before obviously by Sen—my eyes scanned the letters on the page and a few seconds later, I crumpled it under my fist. Rage boiled in my veins as the words played over and over in my head like a broken record. --You know my men do not miss. That’s a warning, Son. Return home and marry Vira Kuznetsov. I’ll keep the secrets of your indiscretions a secret, but you are on a timeline. The little family life you think you’re playing in Westside is a joke. You have three weeks top to get rid of your omega mistress and those little bastards or I will do the job for you. You have become weak…just like your mother.”

Final. Marcus and the remaining security filed out without a word. The door closed. The silence pressed in from every direction. Ryder turned. He crossed to her slowly. Not the measured, deliberate walk of a man approaching a negotiation. The walk of a man deciding something with every step. He stopped three feet in front of her and looked down and the expression on his face was unlike anything she'd seen from him yet — not cold, not certain. Something held down hard beneath the surface. "The triplets," he said. "They're mine."