Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 118 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Thalia My sister looks different. Blonde instead of brunette, harsher edges to her face, styling that screams corporate lawyer instead of pack princess. But the bone structure doesn't lie-high cheekbones, that particular tilt of her chin, the way she holds herself with practiced superiority that barely masks something unhinged underneath. She surveys the burning guest house, the bleeding pack members, the hunters with guns aimed at everything I love. Pure satisfaction radiates from her expression.

"I promised extinction." Her voice carries across the clearing, theatrical and absolutely fucking insane. "Delivered partial genocide. Close enough for now." Two dozen armed hunters flank her position, rifles trained on pack warriors who've surrendered per Lysander's orders. One wrong move and everyone dies. The math is brutal and simple-we're outgunned, outmaneuvered, completely at her mercy. Except mercy isn't in Lia's vocabulary. The shift back to human tears through me with agony I don't have time to process.

Bones cracking, reforming, fur receding until I'm naked and bleeding and absolutely done with whatever psychotic game we're playing. I step forward, hands up, every eye tracking my movement. "This is between us. Let the pack go." Lia's laugh could strip paint. "Still playing martyr? How original." She moves closer, flanked by mercs whose fingers rest too casually on triggers. "Eight years and you haven't learned a single new trick. Just the same pathetic self-sacrifice that made you so easy to destroy in high school." "This isn't high school." My voice stays level despite wanting to scream.

"This is attempted genocide because you can't handle being exiled for trying to kidnap children." "I was trying to save them from you." She's five feet away now, and there's genuine madness in her eyes. "From the wolfless shame who spread her legs during heat and trapped an Alpha heir. They deserved better. Deserved to be raised by someone worthy." "They deserved their mother." The words taste like battery acid. "Which is me. Not you. Never you." "You took everything." Her voice climbs, control cracking. "My pack, my home, my future. I was supposed to be Luna. Me.

Not the wolfless disgrace who couldn't even shift until her body decided biology mattered more than worthiness." The accusation is so absurd I almost laugh. "I didn't take anything. You destroyed yourself." "BECAUSE OF YOU!" The scream echoes across the clearing, absolutely unhinged. Several hunters shift nervously, clearly questioning whether their coordinator is stable enough to lead this operation. "If you'd just stayed broken, stayed worthless, stayed in your place-" She's shaking now, gun gripped too tight in white-knuckled hands. "None of this would have happened. I'd be Luna.

Kieran would be mine. The pack would be thriving instead of burning." "You're delusional." My hands stay up but my voice goes cold. "Kieran never wanted you. The pack never respected you. You weren't passed over because of me-you were passed over because you're a vicious, manipulative psychopath who destroys everything you touch." Movement beside me. Kieran shifts back to human with violence that makes several hunters flinch. He's naked, covered in blood and ash, looking absolutely feral in ways that have nothing to do with supernatural strength.

"You want someone to blame?" He positions himself beside me-shoulder to shoulder, presenting united front. "Blame me. I'm the one who claimed her, who chose her over you, who built a life while you rotted in exile." Lia's gun comes up fast, aimed at Kieran's head with the kind of steadiness that says she's practiced this exact scenario. "I should have killed you eight years ago. Should have ended you instead of just ruining you." "You tried." Kieran's voice holds nothing but lethal certainty. "Poisoned me, burned my lands, murdered my pack. And I'm still standing. Still Luna's mate.

Still the father of three children you'll never touch." The gun doesn't waver. "That can be fixed." I'm moving before conscious thought catches up, stepping between them, body blocking Kieran from the barrel aimed at his skull. The bond screams at me to stop, to get to safety, to let someone else be the shield. I ignore it. "You want me dead?" My voice doesn't shake despite the gun now inches from my face. "Do it. But leave them out of this. Leave the pack, the kids, Kieran, everyone. Just me." "Thalia-" Kieran starts. "Shut up." I don't look at him, keep my eyes locked on my sister's.

"This is what Lunas do. Die for their pack if necessary. So do it, Lia. Pull the trigger. Get your revenge. But let everyone else walk away." The clearing goes absolutely silent. Pack warriors watching their Luna offer martyrdom. Hunters shifting uncomfortably, probably wondering if they signed up for executing surrendered women. Lysander somewhere behind me, the bond pulling at me with his protest. This is the crushing weight of responsibility. The knowledge that I'd die for this pack without hesitation, that martyrdom might be the price of keeping them alive. Wondering if that's enough.

If my death fixes anything or just creates more trauma, more cycle of violence, more reasons for my children to grow up without their mother. Lia considers the offer. Gun still raised, expression cycling through emotions too fast to track. Rage, satisfaction, something that might be grief underneath the madness. Then she smiles. Cold, calculated, absolutely terrifying. "Tempting." The gun lowers slightly. "But I don't want you dead. Death's too easy, too quick. Too merciful." My stomach drops because that tone promises something worse.

"I want you destroyed." She moves the gun away from me entirely, gesturing to her forces. "Broken. Everything you love torn away piece by piece while you watch helplessly." She gestures to the mercenary holding Caroline. "Starting with her." The merc's gun swings from Caroline's head down to her stomach. Caroline's eyes go wide, face draining of color, and something in her expression confirms what Lia's about to say before the words even land. "Did you know?" Lia's voice holds vicious delight. "Your brother's little mate is pregnant. About eight weeks. Can you feel it yet, Lysander?

The tiny heartbeat through the bond?" The clearing detonates into chaos-Lysander's roar of pure rage, Caroline's sob, Robert's protest cut off by a hunter striking him silent. But I'm frozen, watching my sister smile while threatening to murder an unborn child whose only crime is existing. "One trigger pull." Lia's gun hand stays steady on the merc. "That's all it takes. Then we move to the children. Your precious triplets who Kieran thinks are so safe in Portland. Except my people have been watching them. Orion, Luna, Phoenix.

Such beautiful names for such fragile little lives." My wolf rises with murder in every cell. The shift starts before I can control it-bones beginning to crack, fury overriding survival instinct. "Shift and everyone dies." Lia's gun swings back to me. "Stay human and we negotiate. Choose, sister. Choose wrong and watch your entire family die. Starting with the pregnant human." Archer