Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 127 Dec 24, 2025 POV: Thalia Caroline's voice cuts through the wire mid-sentence, followed by Lia's unmistakable interrogation tone, and every tactical plan we spent forty-eight hours developing goes straight to hell. "She's blown." Kieran's already moving, grabbing weapons, shifting into crisis mode with the kind of efficiency that comes from thirty years preparing for exactly this clusterfuck. "We go now." "We're not ready-" Marcus starts.

"We're never ready." I'm loading magazines with hands that stopped shaking somewhere around the third child I birthed alone in a charity hospital. "But my kids are in there and Caroline just compromised herself saving our asses, so ready or not, we're moving." Twenty wolves plus Robert as tactical advisor because apparently we're trusting the man who led attacks against us with our assault strategy. The irony would be hilarious if my children weren't currently being held hostage by my psychotic sister.

We hit the northeast entrance exactly as Caroline described-service door with compromised frame, minimal camera coverage, positioned far enough from main security that response time should theoretically suck. The lock breaks on Kieran's second attempt, door swinging open to reveal corridor bathed in emergency lighting that makes everything look like a horror movie set. Fighting erupts before we're fully inside. Turns out the hunters were expecting an assault, just not at 0247 when their shift change creates vulnerabilities.

Mercs pour from side corridors with tactical efficiency that says military training, rifles up, no hesitation about shooting trespassing wolves. I shift mid-stride and the world explodes into enhanced sensation that still feels foreign after only having my wolf for months. My white fur catches fluorescent lighting as I tear through the first wave of mercs with violence that would appall the woman I was before I had children to protect. Kieran's beside me-human but lethal, moving with coordination that comes from fighting together, from knowing exactly where the other will be before they move.

He's shooting with precision that drops mercs before they can target pack members, covering my advances while I use supernatural speed they can't match. Robert's shooting hunters. His own people. The cognitive dissonance would be fascinating if we weren't actively murdering each other in close-quarters combat that leaves no room for moral complexity. A merc gets too close and I'm on him before conscious thought catches up. Jaws closing around his throat, tasting blood and fear and the reality that I'm killing humans to save my children.

The man who nearly killed Phoenix during the pack house raids. He goes down and I don't feel guilt. Just grim satisfaction. The battle is vicious, close-quarters, no mercy on either side because mercy gets you dead in situations where the other team brought automatic weapons to what should have been a negotiation. We fight through corridors that smell like gun smoke and desperation, losing two pack members to concentrated fire that even supernatural healing can't overcome. But we're winning. Slowly, brutally, leaving bodies in our wake.

"Basement level." Kieran's voice cuts through the chaos, reloading with mechanical efficiency. "Lysander's priority one." We fight our way down stairs slick with blood-whose blood is anyone's guess at this point-and I'm shifting back to human because silver bars require opposable thumbs to manipulate. The cell comes into view and my heart stops. Caroline's outside the cage fighting off a guard with the knife we gave her, movements unpracticed but desperate, clearly having zero idea what she's doing except that keeping this asshole away from Lysander matters more than technique.

The guard's twice her size, armed, and she's holding him back through sheer determination and legal training that definitely didn't cover knife combat. My wolf takes him down before he can put a bullet in her pregnant stomach. Jaws closing around his wrist, feeling bones crack, weapon clattering across concrete while he screams. I shift back, naked and covered in blood that's mostly not mine. "You're insane coming in here." "I'm bonded to an Alpha." Caroline's breathing hard, still gripping the knife, looking like a cheerleader who wandered into Die Hard.

"Insane is the baseline now." Kieran's already working on the cell lock, fingers flying over the electronic panel with the kind of focus that suggests he's hacked a few systems in his corporate career. The door swings open and Lysander's stumbling out, silver burns marking his wrists, bruises mottling his ribs, looking like hell but alive. He pulls Caroline into his arms with desperate need that makes my chest tight. "You're pregnant and you infiltrated a hunter base?" "I'm pregnant and in love with an idiot who got himself captured." Her voice cracks but she's smiling through tears.

"Priorities." The bond between them flares bright enough I can almost see it-not pack bonds, something else entirely, something they built themselves despite biology saying it shouldn't be possible. Pack members are flooding the basement now, securing the level, checking for additional hostages. Lower-ranked wolves fighting beside high-ranked families, warriors protecting civilians who brought medical supplies, everyone contributing according to their skills instead of their bloodline. This is what Lysander's been building.

A pack that fights for each other, not just the Alpha's precious lineage. Marcus appears in the doorway, covered in blood and breathing hard. "Basement's secure. But the kids-" "Upstairs." My hands are shaking again, the kind of full-body tremors that come from shifting repeatedly and killing humans and knowing my children are still in danger. "Second floor. Lia's got them." Kieran pulls up security feed on his phone, hacking into the facility's system with terrifying ease.

The footage loads showing a room with harsh lighting, concrete walls, and my three children huddled together while my sister stands over them with a gun. Orion's got his arms around his sisters, trying to shield them despite being seven and completely powerless against firearms. Luna's crying silently, probably drowning in everyone's terror through empathic abilities that won't turn off. Phoenix looks furious, small hands clenched into fists, already trying to figure out how to fight despite being outmatched. That's my babies. Scared but brave. Crying but standing.

Lia looks directly at the camera, smile absolutely demonic, gun casual in her hand. The transmission crackles through the facility's speaker system, echoing off concrete walls. "Come and get them, Luna. Let's see if you're fast enough." The feed cuts to black. Twenty seconds of silence while my brain processes what I just saw, what she's threatening, what happens if we're not fast enough or smart enough or lucky enough. Then Kieran's voice cuts through, Alpha command despite being human. "Second floor. Now.

Kill anyone who gets in the way." We're moving before he finishes, flooding up stairs in a wave of wolves and humans and desperate parents who will absolutely burn this facility to the ground if it means saving three children who never asked to be born into blood feuds. Lia's waiting. I can feel it through whatever supernatural sense links mothers to their children, through the part of me that's been preparing for this confrontation since I was nineteen and she tried to destroy me the first time. This ends tonight. One way or another. My sister or my children.

And there's absolutely no universe where I'm choosing wrong. Archer