Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 121 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Lysander The silver chains burn where they touch skin, not enough to kill but plenty to remind me I'm fucked in ways that don't require creativity. Two mercs secure them around my wrists while a third keeps his rifle trained on my skull, professional efficiency that says they've done this before. Probably have. Hunters don't get to Robert Montgomery's level without practice restraining wolves who could tear them apart with bare hands. They load me into an SUV that smells like gun oil and tactical overcompensation.

Four armed mercs surround me in the back, rifles pointed at various body parts that would hurt tremendously if shot. The math is simple-I could maybe take two before the others put enough bullets in me to matter. Not great odds when I'm trying to stay alive long enough to meet my kid. Through the window I catch Caroline's face as they pull her away from the clearing. She's screaming my name, voice raw and desperate, the bubbly exterior completely shattered into grief that makes my chest feel like someone's driving nails through my sternum.

Robert's got her, trying to explain something while she fights his grip. Probably telling her this was necessary, that I made my choice, that survival requires sacrifice. All true and absolutely useless when the person you love just got dragged away by people who torture for information. The vehicle pulls away from the burning guest house, from pack lands, from everything I've spent thirty years building. The distance makes the Alpha bonds stretch thin-I can still feel every pack member, their locations, their terror, but it's muted now. Fading with each mile. Kieran's bond pulls strongest.

My brother standing in the wreckage I left behind, probably already planning rescue operations that have zero chance of working. That's what he does-methodical problem-solving even when the problem is unsolvable. The drive happens in silence. No one speaks, no radio chatter, just the hum of tires on asphalt and my brain processing what the fuck just happened in rapid-fire review. I traded myself for my family. For Caroline and our unborn child. For Orion, Luna, Phoenix who didn't ask to be born into blood feuds that predate their existence.

For the pack that needed their Alpha to do something impossibly stupid so they could survive. Would do it again without hesitation. That's the kicker-given the exact same scenario, I'd make the same choice every time. Because being Alpha means your life matters less than theirs, and I knew that going in. Doesn't make it easier. Just makes it necessary. My phone buzzes against my ankle. The mercs missed it during the pat-down, probably because I keep my emergency phone tucked in my boot specifically for situations where people strip you of obvious communication devices.

The vibration is subtle enough they don't notice over road noise. I can't reach it. Can't check it. Can only feel it pulse against my leg with what's probably a text message that might be the last communication I ever receive. Five minutes stretch into eternity before the vehicle hits a pothole hard enough that everyone shifts position. The merc to my right adjusts his grip, attention diverted for half a second. I lean forward slightly, hands still chained, and manage to hook a finger into my boot. The phone slides up just enough to glimpse the screen through the top opening.

Text from Caroline: I'll find you. I promise. Don't you dare give up. We have a baby to raise together. The words burn themselves into my retinas before I have to straighten, phone sliding back down into my boot, expression carefully neutral while something in my chest cracks wide open. She's alive. That's enough. Has to be enough. The bond aches with distance but stays intact-I can still feel her heartbeat, her terror, the tiny secondary pulse that confirms our child exists and is somehow surviving despite the trauma their mother just endured. Eight weeks. That's all.

Barely formed, completely vulnerable, entirely dependent on Caroline staying alive long enough to bring them into this fucked-up world. I can't text back. Can't reassure her. Can only read her words over and over in my head, memorizing them against the possibility that they're the last thing she ever says to me. We have a baby to raise together. Present tense. Together. She's already fighting to get me back, probably planning something spectacularly illegal with that brilliant legal mind and cheerleader persistence that made me fall for her in the first place.

The crushing weight of sacrifice settles over me with the finality of a coffin closing. This might be it-the end. Trading my life for theirs, hoping the pack survives without me, hoping Kieran can step into leadership despite being human, hoping Caroline forgives me for choosing this path. Hoping she doesn't do anything stupid trying to save me. Two hours later we pull off paved roads onto gravel that eventually becomes dirt. The facility materializes from darkness-chain-link fence, concrete structures, the kind of abandoned military base that governments pretend doesn't exist anymore.

Perfect place to torture wolves without witnesses. They drag me from the vehicle with efficiency that doesn't allow resistance. My feet hit gravel and I'm moving before my brain catches up, surrounded by mercs who've clearly done this dance before. Lia stands in the entrance, backlit by fluorescent lighting that makes her look almost angelic. The irony would be funny if my situation wasn't so thoroughly fucked. "Welcome to your new home, little brother." Her smile could strip paint. "Hope you're comfortable. You're going to be here a while." She signals the mercs.

They haul me inside through corridors that smell like mildew and institutional despair, past rooms with equipment I really don't want to examine too closely, down stairs that lead to basement levels probably not on any official blueprints. The cell they throw me in is exactly what you'd expect-silver bars, reinforced walls, no windows, one drain in the corner that I'm trying not to think about. Escape-proof, probably. Definitely designed to hold wolves who can do serious damage when motivated. The door slams shut. Locks engage with mechanical finality.

Lia stays outside, watching me through the bars with expression that holds nothing but vicious satisfaction. "The thing about Alphas? They have so many pressure points." She pulls out her phone, taps the screen, holds it up so I can see. Live feed from somewhere-concrete room, harsh lighting, chair bolted to the floor. Empty now. Won't be for long. "I wonder how long you'll last before I find yours." Her finger hovers over the screen. "Should we start with the pregnant human? Or maybe your dear brother?

Or perhaps those delightful triplets who are just old enough to understand pain?" My hands clench around the silver bars despite the burning. "You touch any of them and I'll-" "You'll what?" She laughs, sharp and cruel. "You're in a cage, little brother. You're not threatening anyone from in there." She taps her phone again. Footsteps echo from somewhere above-heavy, purposeful, bringing someone down to that concrete room I'm watching on screen. "Let's find out how much an Alpha can endure before he breaks completely. Should be educational." The screen flickers. A door opens in the feed.

And Caroline stumbles into frame, hands bound, blood still crusting her face, pushed forward by mercs who definitely didn't let her go when they said they would. "No." The word rips from my throat. Lia's smile goes absolutely demonic. "Oh yes. Let's begin." Archer