Which Sturniolo Triplet Are You Novels & Stories

He had a dashing smirk, the kind that made girls around him melt, and a cocky stride to match. Behind him followed a small group of boys and girls, all equally striking, but it was clear who the centre of attention was. “That’s Ronan,” Lisa whispered dreamily, nudging me. “Hottie No. 3 of Ironfang. The youngest of the Triplet gang.” I didn’t even know what that meant, and honestly, I didn’t care. Yeah, he was good-looking, but was it really necessary for everyone to be so dramatic about it? I rolled my eyes internally, preparing to move on, when his scent hit me.

"Here's an invitation from Mr. Strenon Santi. All newcomers to the Tribe's fold are summoned." Golden eyes beheld me, an emblem marked in the shape of a leaf cradling the triquetra—the symbol of the Trinity. The knot woven by intersecting circles, an emblem of unity. "Your family is expected." Gaze locked on the Trinity's emblem, unease crept over me, vague yet potent. I hesitated, but my mother's counsel rang true, and I accepted, my smile genuine. "Thank you, Sir Mikael." "It's nothing, Stella," he turned, addressing a satchel on the table before the sofa. "I must—must be off. Family to fetch."

The specific stillness that meant something had gone badly wrong and he was calculating the exact dimensions of it. "Lucian," Gavin said. Lucian turned the screen around. It was a text message. Sent to what I assumed was a private number because Lucian's expression said it should have been impossible to reach. The sender ID was blank, a string of zeros where a contact should have been. Three lines. I read them once and then read them again because my brain refused to process them on the first pass. THE PRESS WAS JUST THE APPETIZER. CONGRATULATIONS ON THE TRIPLETS.

The triplets exchanged a glance, their unspoken bond conveying their mutual agreement. “We’ll take a look further out,” Damien suggested. Nicola hesitated but nodded. “Be careful.” They shifted effortlessly into their wolf forms, their massive figures disappearing into the dense foliage. Nicola remained with the patrols, her instincts on high alert. The triplets moved swiftly through the forest, their senses finely tuned to every sound and scent. Dylan caught the faintest whiff of something foreign - an acrid tang that didn’t belong in Crescent Moon’s territory. He growled low, signaling his brothers. Damien and Dean flanked him, their ears pricked as they followed the trail. It led them to

one thing was clear, they did not want to be disturbed. I flipped to the last page and pulled a pen out of my pocket to sign it when I saw their names boldly written on one side of the agreement. Ronan, Kael and Dante Thornevale. They were triplets?! It should have been obvious, they had identical facial features, and the identical auras to go with it. Something about their intimidating auras proved that they weren't normal wolves, but I knew better than to pry. I signed the document and shoved the pen back into my pocket only to look up and find the long haired triplet.. Ronan, standing in front of me, staring down with his warm breath hitting my forehead.

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.

Caleb leaned over the back of the divan, his long fingers expertly finding my swollen knot, his thumb striking it with a torturous, rhythmic precision that synced perfectly with every single one of Asher’s deep, brutal strokes. "You're ours," Caleb whispered perversely against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers rushing down my spine. "Every drop of your pleasure belongs to this house." I locked my fingers into the leather cushions, my body vibrating with an intense, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The darkness behind my eyelids flared with white-hot sparks as the combined assault of the three triplets pushed me straight toward the edge. My inner walls clamped tightly aro

“It is happening. And do you know what’s funny? Now we know you’re an impostor. After all... our brother’s Luna would be mated to him. So it wouldn’t be possible for her to be bonded with the three of us.” “My god... but how did I get bonded with all three of you?” “We’re triplets. We share the same soul, destined for a single mate. But...” he narrowed his eyes, puzzled, yet with a mischievous smile, “according to the prophecy, our mate would be someone special—someone we weren’t even supposed to have. So it shouldn’t be you.” “What do you mean? What prophecy?”

"One way or another, this will be resolved tonight." An hour later, we stood in the circular chamber deep beneath the castle. Ancient runes carved into the stone walls glowed with soft blue light, and the air hummed with power older than written history. This was where Luna ceremonies had been conducted for over a thousand years, where the worthiness of potential mates was tested by forces beyond mortal understanding. The triplets entered with their chosen female between them, and I got my first look at the girl who'd caused such chaos. She was... not what I'd expected.

Why am I so weak right now? From the moment I entered this city and everywhere I went this last month, ‘Mate of the Triplets’ was always the hot topic. Every single she-wolf in this entire city wanted to be their mate. At first, they were confused if the triplets were going to have one or three different mates, but as they are monozygotic triplets, it was a given that they were going to have a single mate to share. Every single girl was dying to be their mate. Then why am I their mate? I never wanted to come here, let alone be their mate and settle down here for the rest of my life!