Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 103 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Lysander Robert Montgomery talks for three hours straight and watching a man break in real-time turns out to be significantly less satisfying than I expected. He sits in that bolted-down chair explaining the hunter operation with military-style detachment, voice flat and mechanical, reciting tactical details the way someone might describe quarterly earnings. Professional distance from the fact that he's confessing to systematic attempted genocide.

"We tracked Silvermoon Pack through corporate records." His eyes stay fixed on the wall behind me, not meeting anyone's gaze. "Fenris Legal Group's expansion into Colorado Springs. Property acquisitions. Business filings. Public information that showed clear territorial encroachment." Kieran's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, that tactical brain cataloging every word. Thalia's beside him taking notes with the kind of focus that comes from years of depositions. I'm pacing because sitting still while listening to this shit feels impossible.

"How long?" My voice comes out sharper than intended. "How long have you been planning this?" "Two years." Robert's throat works around the admission. "That's when Lia approached us with a proposal." The name hits and Thalia's pen stops moving mid-word. "She had inside knowledge of pack operations. Family structures, security protocols, weaknesses you'd never expose to outsiders." He finally meets my eyes. "In exchange for our help destroying the pack that exiled her, she'd work for our operation.

Handle legal issues, use her connections, provide ongoing intelligence." "And you just believed her?" Kieran's voice could freeze blood. "Took the word of a wolf offering to betray her own pack?" "She was convincing." Robert's jaw clenches. "Smart, organized, had legitimate documentation proving she'd been exiled. Had grudges that made sense given how your pack treats-" He stops himself. "She made a compelling case." "When did you realize she was my sister?" Thalia's voice is deadly quiet. "Four months in." He looks at her now, something that might be regret flickering across his face.

"She mentioned the Luna who'd taken her place. The wolfless shame who somehow became white wolf. Started talking about triplets with unusual power." "And you kept working with her." Not a question. "By then we were too deep in the operation. Had already committed resources, made promises to other hunter families, started coordinating with mercenary groups." His voice drops. "Pulling out would have meant admitting we'd been played by a wolf with a personal vendetta." The confession hangs in the air while we all process the depth of Lia's manipulation.

Two years of systematically feeding hunters everything they needed to destroy us, using their hatred as a weapon, making herself indispensable to their operation. Brilliant and absolutely fucking terrifying. "Financial records." Kieran's shifted to CEO mode, methodical and controlled. "We need account numbers, transaction histories, proof of coordination." Robert rattles off details that Thalia's legal brain immediately starts organizing into prosecution-ready evidence. Swiss accounts, offshore holdings, shell companies laundering money through legitimate businesses.

The kind of financial architecture that takes years to build and seconds to become legally radioactive. By the time we're done, I have a migraine forming behind my eyes and a significantly better understanding of how Montgomery operations have stayed hidden for decades. Professional, organized, absolutely ruthless in their efficiency. I leave Kieran and Thalia to finish documentation, need air that isn't thick with the smell of broken man and tactical confession. My cabin's dark when I enter, Caroline silhouetted against the window staring at nothing.

"Hey." The word comes out soft, careful, testing if she wants company or solitude. She doesn't respond. Just keeps staring at trees that might hide enemies or might hide nothing, the uncertainty apparently fascinating enough to hold her attention for however long she's been standing there. I sit on the couch, give her space to decide if she wants to talk. The bond hums anxious between us, picking up on her distress and my inability to fix it.

"I asked him something in there." Her voice comes out hollow, scraped raw from crying and screaming and whatever else happened during that interrogation. "Before he broke." "What?" She turns to face me and the devastation written across her features makes my chest physically hurt. "I asked if he loved me more than he hated wolves." The question hangs between us, weighted with implications I don't want to examine. "He said he didn't know anymore." Her voice cracks completely. "Didn't know if he could separate the two.

If loving me was worth protecting things he'd spent his life believing were monsters." My hands clench against the couch cushions, every protective instinct screaming to go back to that interrogation room and remind Robert Montgomery exactly what happens when you make my mate question her worth. "I know the answer." The words come out rougher than intended. "To that question." "Yeah?" She's watching me now, eyes rimmed red, looking for something I hope I can give her.

"You." I stand, cross to where she's standing, pull her against my side because holding her is the only thing that makes sense right now. "Always you. Over everything else." She turns into me, lets me hold her while she shakes apart in ways I've never seen. Caroline who's sunshine and relentless optimism and never met a problem she couldn't smile through-completely breaking in my arms. I hold her through it. Let her cry until my shirt's soaked, let her grip my shoulders hard enough to hurt, let her shake apart knowing I'll help piece her back together when she's ready.

"My father's a mass murderer." The words come out muffled against my chest. "Decades of killing supernatural beings. And I benefited from it. Every advantage I had, every opportunity-paid for with blood." "That's not on you." "Isn't it?" She pulls back enough to look at me, mascara streaking her cheeks. "I chose to stay part of that family. Chose to work in the business, even if I didn't know exactly what they were doing. Chose to believe the lies because they were comfortable." My hands frame her face, thumbs wiping away tears that keep falling. "You also chose to warn me.

Chose to dig through family records looking for proof. Chose to face your father even though it destroyed you." My voice drops. "You chose right when it mattered most." "But the bloodline-" "Doesn't define you." I cut her off before she can spiral further. "Your father's choices aren't yours. His crimes aren't yours. You're Caroline. That's all that matters." "The bond-" "Says you're mine and I'm yours. Biology doesn't make mistakes about this." My forehead presses to hers. "And even if it did, even if there was no bond, I'd still choose you.

Every single day." She kisses me then-desperate and grateful and tasting like salt from tears she's still crying. The bond flares bright enough to hurt, confirmation that this is right even when everything else is falling apart. When we break apart, she's steadier. Not fixed, not okay, but breathing easier. "What did he give you?" Her voice is hoarse but functional. "Besides the antidote and emotional devastation?" "Locations. Three safe houses where hunter teams are staging. Financial accounts they've been using for operations.

Communication channels we can monitor." I guide her to the couch, keep her close while running through tactical details. "Everything we need to dismantle their infrastructure." "And Lia?" The name makes my jaw clench. "He gave us her real location." Caroline's posture shifts, lawyer brain activating despite exhaustion. "Where?" "Montana. Three hours from here." The distance feels simultaneously too far and not far enough.

"She's been directing this whole operation remotely while your father provided the muscle and boots on the ground." "So we go get her." Caroline's voice hardens in ways I've never heard. "End this." "We go get her." I agree, already mentally organizing assault teams and tactical approaches. "But Caroline? You're staying here. Under pack protection where I know you're safe." "Like hell I'm-" "Non-negotiable." Alpha command bleeds through despite trying to keep this gentle. "Your father just broke.

You think Lia won't use you as leverage if she gets the chance?" She opens her mouth to argue, then closes it. Nods once, sharp and defeated. Three hours. That's how far Lia's been from us this entire time, pulling strings and burning lives and systematically destroying everything we've built. Three hours until we end this. Or three hours until she springs whatever trap she's been preparing for exactly this moment. Archer