Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 105 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Lysander The Montana address looks exactly how a secret operative base should-isolated ranch house forty miles from civilization, single access road, perfect sight lines for defense or ambush depending on which side you're on. Which immediately makes my wolf scream trap before we're even out of the vehicles. "Something's wrong." I'm already scanning tree lines, looking for the tell-tale glint of rifle scopes or the heat signatures that thermal imaging would show.

"This is too easy." Kieran's beside me in seconds, tactical brain clearly reaching the same conclusion. "Robert gave us real intel but we've been driving for three hours. More than enough time for Lia to relocate if she knew we were coming." "She called us twenty miles out." Thalia's moved into Luna mode, white wolf close to the surface making her eyes flash. "She wanted us here. Question is why." I'm about to order everyone back to the vehicles when the distinctive smell hits-chemical, sharp, wrong for a residential structure. Explosives.

Professional grade accelerant mixed with something else that makes my nose burn. "EVERYONE DOWN-" The ranch house detonates before I finish the warning. Fire erupts from every window simultaneously, walls blowing outward with concussive force that knocks three wolves off their feet. I'm shielding Caroline before conscious thought kicks in, body between her and the debris raining down in burning chunks. The explosion rolls over us in waves-heat, sound, pressure that makes ears ring and lungs scream for air. When it finally stops, the ranch house is gone.

Just smoking crater and twisted metal and the kind of destruction that says professional demolition, not accident. "Everyone okay?" My voice sounds distant through the ringing. Pack members check in one by one, shaken but alive. We got lucky-thirty seconds earlier and we'd have been inside when it blew. Kieran's already approaching the wreckage despite Thalia trying to pull him back. "She rigged it. Knew we were coming, cleared out, left us a present." "Robert's intel was real." I'm scanning the perimeter again, looking for secondary threats. "Just old.

She moved days ago but left this for us to find." "Or die in." One of the younger wolves-Marcus's nephew, can't remember his name-is staring at the crater with the kind of shell-shock that says he's never seen this level of violence before. Welcome to war, kid. Caroline's moving through the debris field with her phone out, documenting everything. Lawyer brain activating despite almost being blown to pieces sixty seconds ago. "There." She's pointing at something that shouldn't have survived the blast. A laptop.

Sitting twenty feet from the crater, deliberately unhidden, barely scratched despite everything around it being reduced to ash. "That's bait." Kieran voices what we're all thinking. "Definitely bait." I'm already pulling gloves from my tactical vest, approaching the laptop carefully. "But we're taking it anyway because what choice do we have?" The laptop opens without password protection, which is somehow more terrifying than if it had been encrypted. Lia wanted us to see this. Planned for exactly this moment.

Caroline's beside me immediately, fingers flying across keys, accessing files with the kind of speed that comes from actually knowing what you're doing with computer systems. "Oh fuck." "What?" "Operation plans. Communications with hunter contacts spanning two years. Financial records showing how she's been funding this war." Her voice goes hollow. "And photos. Lysander, there are hundreds of photos." I lean over her shoulder and my stomach drops through the floor. Surveillance photos from the last six months.

The pack house in Colorado-wolves coming and going, clear shots through windows showing interior layouts. Kieran's corporate office, telephoto lens catching him through glass at his desk. The mountain retreat before we even got there, every cabin photographed from multiple angles. My home. The apartment I barely use anymore but still technically own. Caroline leaving one morning with coffee, completely unaware she's being watched. "This is sick." Caroline's scrolling faster now, catalog of obsession and tactical reconnaissance. "She's got surveillance on everyone.

Your home, Kieran's office, even the mountain retreat before you got there. She knew where you'd run before you did." I'm staring at proof that Lia's been watching us for months-learning patterns, documenting vulnerabilities, building dossiers on every pack member. Professional intelligence gathering that probably cost hundreds of thousands in equipment and personnel. "She won't stop." The words taste bitter.

"Not until she destroys us or we destroy her." "Then we destroy her first." Caroline turns in her chair, looks up at me with something fierce in her expression that I've never seen before. "I know you're trying to protect me from this. From the violence it's going to take." "You shouldn't have to-" "I'm already in it." She stands, gets in my space, forces me to acknowledge what she's saying. "I helped my father plan attacks before I knew what they really were. Gave him information that got people hurt.

I don't get to pretend I'm innocent anymore." My hands find her shoulders, grip maybe too tight but she doesn't flinch. "That wasn't your fault. You didn't know-" "Doesn't matter." She cuts me off with the kind of certainty that comes from finally accepting uncomfortable truth. "I was complicit. And now I get to help fix it." Her eyes bore into mine. "Stop protecting me from reality. I'm bonded to an Alpha. That means I fight too." The declaration should worry me. Should trigger every protective instinct that says keep her safe, keep her out of the violence, shield her from what's coming.

Instead something in my chest loosens. Recognition that she's stronger than I gave her credit for, that treating her as fragile is its own kind of disrespect. "Okay." The word comes out rough. "But you listen to tactical calls. You don't go rogue. And if I say run-" "I run." She agrees immediately. "I'm not stupid. Just tired of being sidelined." The bond hums satisfied between us, approval that we're finally treating each other as equals instead of Alpha and protected human. "There's more." She turns back to the laptop, clicks through to a folder marked simply: FAMILY. "Video file.

Timestamped six hours ago." She hits play and Lia's face fills the screen. My sister-in-law looks different than I remember-sharper, older, carrying the kind of rage that's been refined into weapon-grade hatred. She's sitting in what looks like a hotel room, completely composed, speaking directly to camera with the confidence of someone who knows they're winning. "Hello, family." Her smile could freeze blood. "Yes, I'm watching you try to hunt me. It's adorable. Really. The determination, the tactical planning, the righteous fury.

Very inspiring." Kieran appears at my shoulder, Thalia right behind him. We're all staring at the screen while Lia delivers her manifesto. "But you should know-the pack attacks? The fires, the corporate sabotage, the systematic destruction of everything you've built? Just the beginning. A test run to see how you'd react." She leans closer to camera. "I've been patient. Building alliances. The Montgomery family's just the start. There are six other hunter families who've agreed to coordinate. Professional mercenaries who specialize in supernatural targets.

Even a few wolves who remember how Magnus ran things and think Lysander's too soft." My blood turns to ice. "The next assault won't be three hunters with dart guns. It'll be an army." Her voice drops to something lethal. "Coordinated, well-funded, absolutely committed to erasing Silvermoon Pack from existence." She stands, moves closer to the camera until her face fills the entire frame. "You took everything from me. My mate, my position, my future. Exiled me like I was nothing." The rage breaks through her composure for just a second. "I'm returning the favor.

And when I'm done, Silvermoon Pack will be a footnote in history." The video cuts to black. The timestamp glows in the corner: six hours ago. Six hours since she recorded this. Which means she's already set whatever's coming into motion, already mobilized the army she's threatening, already planned the next attack. Caroline's hands shake on the keyboard. "She's going to kill everyone." "No." I'm already pulling out my phone, dialing Marcus at the mountain retreat. "She's going to try. There's a difference." The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Marcus's voicemail picks up. I try again.

Nothing. "Kieran, call the mountain retreat. Anyone. Everyone." He's already dialing, face going progressively more pale with each call that goes to voicemail. Thalia tries next. Then Caroline. Then every wolf in our assault team calling home, calling family, calling anyone who should be answering. Nothing. Complete radio silence from the mountain retreat where we left two hundred pack members supposedly safe and defended. Lia's video smile burns in my memory while phones ring endlessly into void. We were the distraction.

The explosion, the laptop, the surveillance photos-all of it designed to keep us here, focused on hunting her, while she hit the real target. "We need to go." Kieran's already running for the vehicles. "Now." Three hours back to the mountain. Three hours wondering if we'll find anything left to save. Three hours too fucking late. Archer