Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Her Last Recorded Message by Caleb Stone 10 Summary In Chapter 10 of "Her Last Recorded Message," the protagonist finds herself in the bustling lobby of the Fenris building, where she feels an unsettling shift in the atmosphere as her estranged sister, Lia Blackwood, makes a dramatic entrance. Lia, dressed in high-end designer clothing, confronts the protagonist with biting remarks that expose family tensions and past grievances.

The exchange quickly escalates as Lia flaunts her engagement to Kieran, the protagonist's former love interest, reminding everyone of the protagonist's past mistakes and her disappearance from their lives. As the confrontation unfolds, the protagonist maintains a professional demeanor despite the humiliation inflicted by Lia's words. However, her resolve begins to crack as she counters Lia's taunts with pointed questions about the longevity of Lia's engagement.

The tension in the lobby grows palpable as onlookers become engrossed in the sisters' public dispute, highlighting the emotional stakes involved. The protagonist's determination to stand her ground reveals her inner strength, developed over years of hardship. The arrival of Kieran adds another layer of complexity to the situation. His cold demeanor suggests a brewing storm, and Lia immediately shifts her approach, displaying a façade of innocence while subtly undermining the protagonist.

The protagonist grapples with the implications of their interactions, questioning Kieran's commitment and whether he truly intends to marry Lia. This moment of uncertainty leaves her feeling vulnerable and exposed, as she confronts the possibility that she may be nothing more than a distraction in Kieran's life. As the confrontation concludes, the protagonist is left with a mix of emotions-confusion, anger, and a sense of defeat. She realizes that the public acknowledgment of Lia's engagement and Kieran's lack of denial about their relationship forces her to reevaluate her place in his life.

The chapter ends with her feeling a sinking certainty that she has been deluding herself about her chances with Kieran, leaving her questioning her worth and the reality of her situation. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Her Last Recorded Message** by Caleb Stone **Chapter 10** *Nov 18, 2025* As I stand in the bustling lobby of the Fenris building, clutching a cup of overpriced espresso that tastes like it was brewed with corporate desperation, I feel a sudden shift in the atmosphere. It's that unmistakable tension that signals trouble has just entered the room.

In a dramatic sweep, Lia Blackwood glides through the revolving doors, adorned in designer attire from head to toe. A tailored Chanel suit hugs her figure perfectly, Louboutin heels click sharply against the marble floor, and her fingers are adorned with enough diamonds to rival a small nation's treasury. She heads straight for me, and I can feel the collective gaze of the lobby turn in our direction. I have a mere three seconds to prepare myself for the storm that's about to hit. Her voice cuts through the morning chatter, loud and clear, as if she's deliberately aiming for an audience.

"There you are. The runaway finally crawled back." In an instant, all eyes are on us-at least thirty pairs, mostly belonging to Fenris employees who clearly don't need a front-row seat to my family drama. Lia is playing to the crowd, and she knows exactly how to draw them in. "After eight long years, you come slinking back to what-work for my fiancé?" She flashes her massive ruby engagement ring, ensuring that everyone within a ten-foot radius gets a good, long look. "Kieran is MINE.

He has been for eight years while you were off playing house with some random man's bastards." Her words are like a surgeon's scalpel-precise and designed to inflict maximum humiliation. They serve as a reminder to everyone present that I am the family disgrace who got pregnant and vanished without a trace. I maintain a neutral expression, my voice steady and professional. "Lia.

I didn't realize you frequented corporate offices." "Oh, I don't usually," she replies, her tone dripping with condescension as she steps closer, that predatory smile stretching across her face like a cat toying with its prey. "But when I heard you were here, working so closely with Kieran..." She lets out a laugh, sharp and cruel, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "Just wanted to remind you how this ends. You ran away like a coward once. You'll do it again.

It's what you do." I know I should walk away, grab my coffee, and take the high road, embodying the bigger person in this twisted game. But after eight years of survival, my edges have sharpened into weapons. "Tell me, sister-what kind of man keeps you engaged for eight years without actually marrying you?" The question hangs in the air, heavy and loaded. I watch as her perfect façade cracks for just a split second, fury rushing in to fill the void. "We're waiting for the right time." Her voice rises defensively, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

"His father insists on traditional pack customs, timing with the moon cycles-" "Or maybe," I interject, my tone still professional but laced with steel, "he doesn't actually want to marry you." The lobby has fallen into a complete hush, the air thick with tension. Everyone pretends to check their phones, sip their coffee, or engage in anything other than openly staring at the Blackwood sisters battling it out in public. But they're all listening, rapt with attention.

"You know nothing about our relationship," Lia says, scrambling for composure as justifications spill from her lips faster than she can organize them. "Kieran wants everything perfect for me-the venue, the ceremony, building the business first so we can-" She's grasping at straws. "Pack politics are complicated. His father has requirements. We're doing this the RIGHT way, not rushing like some desperate-" "Eight years isn't rushing, Lia." My words are quiet, but they slice through the air like a knife.

"A man who actually wanted to marry you would have done it by now." Her face flushes a deep crimson, rage igniting from her chest and climbing to her hairline. "You have no idea what you're talking about." Her voice trembles with barely contained fury. "When you do run again-and you will-I'll still be here. Wearing his ring. Planning our wedding. Being everything you could never be." Just then, the elevator dings, and Kieran steps out. The moment he sees us, his expression turns as cold as ice.

Not the angry cold that signals a fight, but something much worse-the chill that descends just before an Alpha completely loses his temper. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his voice low and firm. Lia's demeanor shifts in an instant, morphing into a mask of soft devotion and doe-eyed innocence, a performance she's perfected over the years. "I wanted to bring you lunch, darling." She gestures to a bag I hadn't noticed before. "But I see you're busy with your new...

employee." The way she emphasizes 'employee' drips with implication, suggesting something inappropriate is happening in his corner office. Kieran's jaw tightens, the muscles working beneath the surface. "I'm in the middle of something. You should have called first." His dismissal is crystal clear-cold, professional, and leaving no room for negotiation. Yet Lia either doesn't notice or chooses to ignore it entirely. "Call me later," she says, sweeping toward the exit, pausing just long enough to deliver her parting shot.

"We still have the venue walkthrough on Saturday." And then she's gone, leaving behind a cloud of expensive perfume and a sense of barely contained desperation that lingers in the air. Gradually, the lobby returns to its normal rhythm, people shaking off the tension and remembering they have places to be, coffee to drink, and work to pretend they're engaged in. I'm left standing there with my overpriced espresso, my mind racing with uncertainty. Is the venue walkthrough real? Was Kieran's cold response genuine, or merely a performance for the office audience?

Maybe he really is planning a wedding. Perhaps Lia is right, and they're simply waiting for the perfect moment, for the right pack politics to align. Maybe I'm just the office distraction while he navigates his actual life with his actual fiancée. Kieran remains by the elevator, his gaze fixed on me, an unreadable expression on his face. He opens his mouth to say something- "Ms. Blackwood?" His assistant appears at my elbow, her voice cutting through the tension. "You have a client call in five minutes." Right. Work. The very reason I'm here.

I turn to head for the elevator, forced to walk past Kieran. He doesn't move, doesn't give me any space, so I have to brush past him in the narrow corridor. I'm close enough to catch the scent of cedar and smoke, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. "Thalia-" His voice is low, meant only for my ears. "I have a call." I refuse to look at him, determined not to get pulled into whatever explanation or justification he's about to offer.

Because the truth is painfully simple: Lia just announced to an entire lobby of people that she's planning a wedding with him, and he didn't correct her. He didn't tell her they were done. He didn't mention that the engagement was off. He simply dismissed her politely and allowed her to leave, still talking about venue walkthroughs. The elevator doors close between us before he can respond. I watch his face fade from view as the car ascends, that inscrutable expression lingering in my mind, a riddle that could mean anything or nothing.

And I realize, with a sinking certainty, that perhaps I've been fooling myself all along. Maybe Kieran Fenris is precisely what Lia claimed he is: hers. And I'm just the foolish one, too naïve to believe otherwise. Conclusion In the aftermath of the confrontation with Lia, a heavy silence envelops Thalia as she grapples with the stark reality of her situation. The tension that crackled in the air has dissipated, but the emotional scars remain, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The weight of Lia's words hangs over her like a dark cloud, each taunt a reminder of the life she walked away from and the choices that led her back to this moment. As she rides the elevator, the distance between her and Kieran feels insurmountable, a chasm filled with unspoken truths and unresolved feelings. Thalia's heart aches with the realization that the man she thought she might reclaim is still tethered to a past she cannot penetrate, and the dreams she harbored are slipping further from her grasp. Yet, amid the despair, a flicker of resolve ignites within her.

Thalia recognizes that she has endured too much to allow herself to be defined by someone else's narrative. The encounter with Lia has sharpened her focus, forcing her to confront the truth that she cannot wait for Kieran to choose her; she must choose herself first. As the elevator doors open, she steps forward, determined to reclaim her agency in a world that has often sought to diminish her.

Will she find the courage to challenge Lia's claims, or will she retreat into the shadows, allowing the past to dictate her future? The stakes are rising, and the corporate environment of the Fenris building will become a battleground for emotions, ambitions, and unresolved family dynamics. Moreover, Kieran's true intentions will come under scrutiny. As Thalia grapples with her insecurities, the chapter promises to delve deeper into Kieran's character. Is he truly committed to Lia, or is there a part of him that still harbors feelings for Thalia?

The tension between duty and desire will be palpable, and readers will be left wondering if Kieran will finally make a choice, or if he will continue to play both sides, leaving Thalia to question her place in his life. Expect unexpected alliances, hidden motives, and a cliffhanger that will leave readers eager for the next installment, as secrets long buried threaten to resurface and alter the course of their lives forever.