Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 123 Dec 26, 2025 POV: Thalia The cabin sits at the edge of pack territory, isolated and heavily guarded. Two wolves flank the entrance, both nodding respectfully as I approach. Their Luna, visiting prisoners. My parents. I told Kieran I needed to do this alone. He'd argued-the mate bond pulsing with protective instinct-but eventually conceded. This confrontation belongs to me. The nineteen years of systematic destruction, the pregnancy they threatened to tear from my body, the children's location they handed to hunters. All of it. Mine to address.

The door opens to a sparse room: two beds, basic furniture, bars on the windows. My mother sits at the small table, spine straight, chin lifted with the aristocratic disdain she perfected decades ago. My father stands by the window, watching my approach with calculating eyes. Neither of them looks remorseful. "Come to gloat?" My mother's voice drips venom. "You've turned our daughter into a traitor, destroyed our family name, dragged us into this-" "I came to understand." I keep my voice level, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled.

"Why did you give Lia information about the kids?" My father shifts his weight, something uncomfortable flickering across his features. "She's your sister. Our daughter. She said she just wanted to see them, to know they were safe." "And you believed her?" The words come out sharp, incredulous. "After she tried to kidnap them from their school? After she was exiled for threatening their lives? You believed she just wanted to 'see them'?" Silence. "We had no reason to think she'd-" my father starts. "You had every reason." I step closer, and he actually flinches.

"Lia orchestrated attacks on pack members. Lia worked with hunters to kill wolves. Lia tried to physically drag my children into her car while they screamed for help. And you gave her their location anyway." "We didn't know about the hunters." His voice goes defensive. "We thought-" "You thought what? That Lia suddenly developed maternal instincts? That the sister who spent eight years engaged to a man she'd stolen through manipulation had changed? That the woman who promised to 'rip bastards from my womb' wanted to play auntie?" My mother's face hardens into that familiar mask of contempt.

"You're the reason she turned out this way." There it is. The deflection I knew was coming. "Excuse me?" "If you'd stayed in your place, stayed the worthless wolfless girl you were meant to be, none of this would have happened." She stands, moving toward me with the confidence of someone who still believes she holds power. "Lia would still be pack. We'd still have our standing. The family name would still mean something." "The family name." I let the words hang between us.

"You destroyed everything by running away, by having those children, by coming back and flaunting your wolf and your mate bond and your Luna title." Her lip curls. "You should have stayed gone. Should have let Lia have what was rightfully hers instead of crawling back to steal it." I laugh. The sound startles all three of us. My mother's eyes widen, my father's jaw drops, and I'm standing in this cramped cabin laughing at the woman who made my childhood a systematic exercise in worthlessness. "You still don't see it." I shake my head, the laughter fading into something colder.

"I'm not the problem. I never was." "How dare you-" "You two created Lia's obsession." I talk over her, voice steady. "Made her believe she had to destroy me to have value. Gave her the message that there wasn't enough love for both of us, so she'd better eliminate the competition." My mother's mouth opens. I don't let her speak. "You created my trauma by making me think I deserved abuse. That I was worthless because my wolf didn't present on schedule. That I should be grateful for scraps of attention because I wasn't good enough for anything more." My hands stay steady at my sides.

"You destroyed your own family. And you're still-after everything-trying to blame me for it." "You ungrateful-" "I'm done being grateful for crumbs." The words feel like breaking chains. "I'm done apologizing for existing. I'm done pretending your approval matters when all you've ever given me is evidence that you don't deserve mine." Movement behind me. I don't need to turn to know who it is-the mate bond flares with familiar warmth, Kieran's presence settling at my back. He doesn't speak, doesn't interfere.

Just stands there, solid and certain, silent support I didn't ask for but somehow needed. His hand finds my shoulder. Anchoring me. My father's eyes flick between us, calculating shifting to something that looks almost fearful. Good. He should be afraid. Not of violence-of consequence. "We're done here." I let the finality ring through my voice. "You'll be exiled after this is over. Both of you. Sent somewhere you can't hurt anyone else, can't contact Lia, can't interfere with my family ever again." "You can't-" my mother starts. "I'm Luna.

I absolutely can." The title feels earned in a way it never has before. "And I'm taking back something you stole." "What?" Her voice goes sharp with suspicion. "My belief that I wasn't enough. That I needed your approval to be worthy." I meet her eyes-really meet them-and watch something crack in her certainty. "I don't. I never did. Everything you tried to make me believe about myself was a lie you told to control me. And I'm finished believing it." The silence that follows is deafening.

My mother's face cycles through emotions-rage, disbelief, something that might be fear if I cared enough to examine it. My father looks smaller somehow, the calculating authority I remember from childhood diminished into a man who backed the wrong horse and knows it. I turn toward the door. Kieran's hand slides from my shoulder to the small of my back, guiding me out without words. We're halfway across the compound before he speaks. "How do you feel?" I consider the question. Really sit with it instead of defaulting to fine or okay or whatever response causes the least concern.

The mate bond pulses between us, waiting for my answer. "Free." The word comes out surprised, certain. "Actually, genuinely free. They can't hurt me anymore." Kieran's steps slow. He turns to face me, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. "Their words are just noise." I lean into his touch. "Twenty-seven years of letting their voices live in my head, and it's finally just... noise. Nothing that matters." The mate bond flares with approval, with pride, with a love so fierce it makes my chest ache. "You were never the broken girl they tried to create." His voice drops low, intimate.

"You were always the Luna you chose to become." "I know." And I do. Finally, completely, irrevocably. "I know." He kisses me-not passionate, not claiming, just present. A seal on something that's been building since I first walked into his office eight months ago, battered and bruised and convinced I was worthless. I'm not that woman anymore. I'm the white wolf. The Luna. The mother who would burn the world for her children and the mate who found her way home despite everything. The Turner family tried to destroy me for nineteen years. They failed. Archer