Tris And Four Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON’S POV Three months. Three months of sleepless nights, painful days, and brutally long hours were what the triplets had been going through. They did not know what it felt like to not have a mate after getting mated to Daisy. They would often see people getting the withdrawals from their mate being absent but they never thought they were going to feel that way someday too. For Julian, it was even worse than he thought it was going to be.

I couldn’t believe what I heard. Lucas seemed to understand and started crying out loud. He held my shirt tightly with his tiny fist. Susan and Amy were both closest to me. Why did they team up and deny my son?

The Third and Fourth Cesare continued. “Group three—unknown. No official footprint. Completely off-grid.” That one— That one caught my attention. “And the fourth?” I asked. A brief hesitation. “…Government adjacent,” Cesare said. “Not official. But close enough.” The Truth Settles Four groups. Four agendas. Four different ways this could go wrong. Or right. The Strategy Refines “They don’t trust each other,” I said again. Blake nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m starting to see that.”

The Lycan King had arrived. I turned to leave, uninterested—until the doors swung open. My heart stopped. Four men stepped in, identical yet so different. The Standon quadruplets: Kade, Dax, Ryker, and Luca. They’d saved me once. Their blue eyes locked onto mine, their voices rumbling in unison. “Mate.” I blinked as they stepped closer, each more striking than I remembered. Kade’s intense gaze, Dax’s smirk, Ryker’s dangerous energy, and Luca’s warm eyes—they all had me frozen in place.

His world had just tilted as violently as mine. “One?” he asked carefully. I laughed. A harsh, humorless sound. “Four.” The silence that followed was deadly. “Four Alphas?” he whispered, horror threading every syllable. I finally turned to face him. “Yes, four fucking Alphas.” Tavian dragged a hand down his face. “That’s… that’s impossible. Alphas don’t share mates. They don’t share anything.” “I am aware of that,” I snapped. “Then what does this mean?”

“Thought you’d leave her at home to knit or something.” A round of laughter followed his words. I stiffened, feeling my nails dig into my palm, but Aiden only smirked. “Had to bring her along. Her father’s around.” Joel grinned. “Right, right. Gotta keep up appearances.” The conversation shifted, and I stood there silently, forcing a polite expression while Aiden and his so-called friends talked about business, alliances, and their latest conquest It wasn’t until the drinks began to flow that the topic changed.

he turned his gaze to Trish who narrowed her eyes, clearly didn’t appreciate that Young Seb had forgotten her name, before continuing, “—her, Eros, or Ares is not at his place right now but he should be back soon. I mean this is where he resides.” “Good,” commented Ryker. “Well done, Trish. We should wait for him and while we wait, we can discuss our plan.” “How many people do we have here?” I asked, wondering if there was a way to prevent Eros/Ares from escaping. “Aside from me, there are four more including Miles,” answered Trish. “I’m not sure about these guys.”

I reached over and gave her thigh a small, grounding tap. “Everyone’s doing well,” I said. “Lucas just got back from some scouting work. Kael’s been keeping busy.” “Always were loyal, those three,” Christ mused. “The four of you… still thick as thieves, huh?” I smiled, slow and deliberate. “Let’s just say we’ve been keeping our eyes open.” He blinked at that, the smile on his face twitching for half a second. Yeah, he felt the shift in tone. Good. Let him.

Trist added gently and understandingly. Clement was silent for a moment at what Trist said when he spoke. "Aren't you afraid you might be the next of the three?" Apparently hesitant Clement said. It refers to Chris, Simon and Samuel. Trist laughed slightly at Clement's question. "Why would I? And if there's a reason to die, that's what I'm grateful for." Trist said without remorse. Clement only nodded in response to Trist's meaningful words. AFTER the work of Ynaria, Helen, Dylan, Wendy, Ryan and Paul. They all went to their locker room at once where the boys and girls were separated. When they finished, they went out at the same time, they all seemed to be silent, especially Ynaria.

“Perhaps my wife understands better than you that I do what is best for the family.” Tris stalked away from the car, her hips swinging in the ancient rhythm of eve. Her sleek hair swung past her shoulders, and she stopped beside him as if in full support. “I’m Tris , by the way, your brother’s new wife. And no, he didn’t woo me with compliments. He did it the old-fashioned way.” She paused for dramatic effect and twisted those full lips in a mocking smile. “With great sex.” The chirp of birds was the only sound that broke the deafening silence.