Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 129 Dec 26, 2025 POV: Thalia The second we breach, Lia's gun swings away from Phoenix toward the ceiling vent where Caroline's voice just emerged. The barrel tracks upward with terrifying precision, finger already tightening on the trigger, and my brain does that thing where time slows down and you see exactly how everyone dies. Not on my fucking watch. I'm already moving, white wolf launching across the room with supernatural speed that still feels foreign after only having this form for months.

My body collides with Lia's before the shot fires, momentum carrying us sideways through the nearest window in an explosion of glass and physics that Newton would definitely have opinions about. We're airborne for maybe half a second. Long enough for me to think this is going to hurt and please don't let me land on my sister because that would be embarrassing before gravity remembers we exist. Two stories. We fall two stories and hit concrete with impact that would kill most humans but just knocks the wind out of supernatural beings built for violence.

The shift happens on impact-bones cracking, reforming, fur receding until we're both human and naked and lying in broken glass that's doing absolutely nothing for our complexions. Blood everywhere, hard to tell whose at this point, both of us gasping for oxygen our lungs forgot how to process. Lia recovers first because of course she does. Her fist connects with my jaw before I can block, stars exploding across my vision, tasting copper and rage in equal measure. We fight-brutal hand-to-hand that has zero technique and maximum fury, years of accumulated bullshit pouring out through violence.

She's screaming about injustice, about being wronged, about how everything should have been hers instead of mine. "I was supposed to be Luna!" Her nails rake across my shoulder, drawing blood. "I was supposed to have the mate, the children, the pack's respect! Not the wolfless shame who couldn't shift until biology decided to play favorites!" I'm just trying to survive, to block her strikes, to end this nightmare without adding matricide to my already impressive list of family dysfunction. My elbow catches her ribs, feels something crack, no time to feel guilty about it.

"You could have stopped!" The words gasp out between attempts to not get my face rearranged. "Could have left, started over, built a life somewhere else!" "I don't want a life!" She's on top of me now, hands going for my throat, genuine madness in her eyes. "I want revenge! I want you destroyed! I want everyone who chose you over me to suffer!" My knee comes up hard, catches her stomach, buys me enough space to roll away.

Glass cuts into my back, my palms, everywhere skin meets broken window, but pain is just information right now and the information says survive or your children lose their mother . Lia's found a shard of glass, gripping it despite the way it slices her palm, using it like a weapon because apparently we're doing prison-yard rules now. She lunges and I barely dodge, the improvised blade missing my throat by inches. "All of this-" I'm backing away, hands up, trying to talk her down despite knowing it's useless. "All the death, the destruction, coordinating genocide with hunters-it was for what?

Because you're bitter I got the mate bond you wanted?" "You took everything!" The scream is unhinged, absolutely feral. "My pack, my home, my future! If you'd just stayed broken, stayed worthless like you were supposed to-" "I was never worthless." The words come out with certainty I'm only now starting to believe. "I was just surrounded by people who needed me to think that to feel powerful." She charges again, glass raised, completely beyond reasoning. I'm bracing for impact when something massive crashes through the broken window above us.

Kieran in wolf form, dark and lethal, landing between us with the kind of grace that suggests he's done this before. He shifts to human mid-movement, all smooth muscle and controlled violence, catching Lia's wrist before the glass can connect with my chest. She's still got the improvised blade, slashing wildly at anything in reach. The glass catches Kieran across his chest, opening a line from collarbone to sternum that immediately starts bleeding. He doesn't even flinch. Just twists her wrist until she drops the weapon, pulling her off me before she can land another strike.

"You're not touching my mate ever again." The possessive fury in his voice is Alpha dominance and mate protection combined, the kind of territorial aggression that makes every instinct scream danger. "Not now. Not ever." He could kill her. I can see it in his expression, in the way his hands tighten on her arms, in the murder written across every line of his body. Wants to. Desperately wants to end the threat permanently, eliminate the person who's caused us so much pain. My hand settles on his arm, stopping him before he does something we can't take back.

"Don't." "She tried to kill you." His voice is rough, barely human. "She tried to kill our children. She deserves-" "She's not worth it." I'm standing now despite everything hurting, despite glass embedded in places glass shouldn't be. "Killing her makes her a martyr. Lets her claim we're the monsters she always said we were." Lia's laughing now, high and manic. "Go ahead. Kill me. Prove I was right about your kind." "We're not killing you." I meet her eyes, letting her see exactly how little power she has anymore. "We're doing something worse.

We're letting you live with the knowledge that you failed. That despite years of planning, despite coordinating with hunters, despite psychological warfare and torture and attempted genocide-you still lost." Pack wolves are surrounding us now, weapons trained, cutting off any escape route. Marcus has silver restraints, the kind designed to hold wolves who can break regular handcuffs. Lysander appears through the facility entrance with three small figures pressed against his sides.

Orion, Luna, Phoenix-all safe, all shaken but breathing, all looking at their mother covered in blood and glass with expressions somewhere between terror and awe. Robert's with them, having helped secure the children while we breached. His face shows complicated emotions-relief, guilt, grief for what his cooperation with Lia cost. The facility is ours. The hunters are defeated or fled or dead, and we're standing in wreckage that will take years to process properly. Lia's screaming promises of revenge as Marcus binds her hands with silver that burns where it touches. "This isn't over!

I'll come back! I'll destroy everything you love! You can't keep me locked up forever-" I just turn away. Head toward my children who need their mother present instead of engaged with the sister who's wasted too much of my life already. For once, Lia's threats sound empty. Just noise from someone who's lost everything and can't accept responsibility for her own destruction. Kieran's beside me, naked and bleeding, hand settling on my lower back with the kind of possessive certainty that would usually make me bristle.

Right now it just feels grounding, necessary, the only solid thing in a world that's been chaos for too long. "Is it over?" His voice is quiet, meant only for me. I look at our children, at the pack surrounding us, at my sister being dragged away screaming promises she'll never fulfill. "Yeah. I think it actually is." Not healed. Not fixed. Not magically resolved. Just over. Finally, impossibly, mercifully over. And that's enough. Archer