Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 131 Dec 26, 2025 POV: Thalia My sister stands before the pack in silver restraints that burn where they touch skin, and I'm trying to reconcile the girl I grew up with against the woman who spent three years planning genocide. Spoiler: the reconciliation isn't going well. The pack has assembled in the main hall-every ranking member, most warriors, enough witnesses that nobody can claim this wasn't done properly. Lia's center stage in literal chains, blonde hair tangled, designer clothes ruined, looking like what happens when Instagram filters meet reality and lose spectacularly.

Marcus reads the charges with the kind of clinical detachment that comes from processing too many bodies. "Conspiracy with hunter organizations to commit genocide against Silvermoon Pack. Attempted murder of Alpha heirs-specifically targeting her own nieces and nephew. Betrayal of pack trust and bonds. Orchestrating attacks that resulted in thirteen confirmed deaths and thirty-seven injuries." He pauses, looks at Lia directly. "How do you plead?" "Oh, I'm absolutely guilty." She's smiling, actually fucking smiling while confessing to crimes that carry death sentences. "Of everything.

Every single charge. I did all of it and I'd do it again." The pack erupts-shouting, demands for immediate execution, warriors moving closer with violence written across their faces. Lysander's Alpha command cuts through the chaos, forcing everyone back to their positions. "Let her speak." His voice is steel wrapped in something darker. "Let the pack hear exactly what she did." Lia's eyes find mine across the space between us, that familiar cruel satisfaction I remember from high school cafeteria humiliations.

Except now instead of reading my diary aloud, she's confessing to coordinated murder. Progress. "Spent three years planning your destruction." She says it conversationally, discussing genocide the way someone might discuss vacation planning. "Infiltrated Montgomery & Associates, manipulated Robert into believing you were threats, coordinated every attack down to timing and target selection." "You know what the best part was?" Her smile widens, absolutely unhinged. "Watching you think you were safe.

Watching you build this perfect little life-the mate, the children, the Luna position-while I prepared to rip it apart piece by piece." My hands clench at my sides but I don't interrupt. Let her condemn herself with her own words. "You took everything from me." The smile finally cracks into something uglier. "The pack I was supposed to lead, the mate I was supposed to have, the future I'd planned since I was twelve. So I wanted you to feel that loss. Wanted you to watch everything you love burn while being completely helpless to stop it." "I succeeded too." She laughs, sharp and bitter.

"Burned your homes, killed your pack members, captured your Alpha, had my hands on your children ready to execute them one by one. Only reason you're standing there instead of burying three small coffins is luck. Dumb fucking luck." The silence that follows is heavy enough to suffocate. Every pack member watching me, waiting for my response, for the Luna to defend herself against accusations that are true. I could stay silent. Let Kieran speak for me, let Lysander handle this as Alpha, let anyone else deal with the sister who's been my tormentor since childhood.

Except I'm not nineteen and broken anymore. Not the wolfless shame who ran away pregnant and terrified. I'm Luna, and that means standing in the fire instead of running from it. But Kieran steps forward before I can speak, positioning himself beside me with the kind of protective fury that makes my chest tight. "You took nothing from her." His voice cuts across the hall with lethal precision. "She earned everything-her position, her family, this pack's respect.

You lost everything because you're a coward who can't accept that being cruel doesn't make you strong." Lia lunges at him, gets yanked back by restraints held by pack warriors who probably want to kill her themselves. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." "Yeah." Kieran's hand finds mine, fingers lacing together with deliberate intent. "You should have." The united front we present-Luna and former Alpha, mates by choice instead of biology, standing together against the threat that tried to destroy us-that's the statement Lia can't counter.

"Sentence, Luna?" Elder Williams's voice carries formal weight. "The pack demands justice for our dead." Traditional punishment would be death by Luna's hand. Public execution. Rip out her throat in wolf form while the pack watches, send the message that betrayal costs everything. Thirteen pack members died because of her vendetta. Thirteen families are mourning because my sister couldn't handle rejection. The pack deserves blood, deserves closure, deserves watching the threat eliminated permanently. My children are in the crowd.

Orion, Luna, Phoenix-all nine years old, all watching their mother decide whether to murder their aunt in front of them. I think about the cycle of violence that got us here. Lia's cruelty begetting my running, my return begetting her revenge, her attacks begetting this trial. When does it stop? When does someone choose to break the pattern instead of perpetuating it? "The traditional sentence is death." My voice carries across the silent hall. "Execution by Luna's hand. Public, immediate, final." Lia's smile falters for the first time, genuine fear flashing across her face.

"The pack has lost thirteen members to your betrayal." I meet her eyes, letting her see exactly what her choices cost. "Thirteen wolves who had families, futures, pack bonds that will ache with their absence for years." "You coordinated with hunters who kill our kind systematically. You used human hatred as a weapon against the pack that raised you. You threatened to execute children-your own nieces and nephew-because you couldn't handle that I survived you." The words taste bitter but necessary. "You're guilty. Absolutely, completely, unquestionably guilty.

You deserve death." I pause, let that truth settle over the assembly. "But I'm not murdering my sister in front of my children." The pack erupts again-protests, accusations of weakness, demands that justice requires blood. Lysander's Alpha command shuts them down but the dissent is clear. "That doesn't mean you walk free." My voice hardens. "Exile. Permanent. You leave pack lands immediately, never return, never contact anyone connected to Silvermoon. You're dead to us-legally, socially, permanently." "If you ever come back-" I let the promise hang heavy.

"If you ever threaten my family again, if you ever set foot on pack territory, if you ever contact my children-I will kill you myself. No trial. No mercy. No hesitation." Lia's face cycles through emotions too fast to track-relief at avoiding execution, fury at exile, calculation about whether she can return later. "You think exile stops me? I'll come back. I'll find a way-" "Then I'll kill you then." I say it simply, matter-of-fact. "But I won't become the monster you are just to prove I'm stronger.

Won't murder you in front of three seven-year-olds who don't need that trauma added to everything else you've already done to them." "That's not who I am." I meet Kieran's eyes, draw strength from his presence beside me. "Even if it's who you've become." The pack is silent now, processing this sentence that denies them blood vengeance in favor of permanent expulsion. Some nod approval-choosing mercy over murder takes strength they respect. Others look disappointed, probably wanted to watch me tear out her throat. Can't please everyone.

Being Luna means making impossible choices and living with the consequences. "Escort her to the border." Lysander's Alpha command makes it official. "Strip her of anything connecting her to pack, to family, to the life she had here. She's exile. She's nothing." Warriors move to drag her out. Lia's screaming now, promises of return mixed with accusations of weakness, threats that sound increasingly hollow as distance grows. I don't watch her go.

Just turn to my children who are staring at me with complicated expressions-relief, confusion, maybe disappointment that I didn't eliminate the threat permanently. "Why didn't you kill her?" Orion asks with that serious face. "She tried to kill us." "Because killing is easy." I crouch to his level, meeting those storm-grey eyes that are so much like Kieran's. "Choosing who you want to be when violence would be simpler? That's hard. That's what separates us from people like her." "What if she comes back?" Phoenix's small voice, scared in ways seven-year-olds shouldn't have to be.

"Then I'll handle it." I pull all three of them close. "But not today. Today we choose mercy even though it costs us. We choose being better than our worst impulses." Kieran's hand settles on my shoulder. "That's my Luna." Not because of strength or violence or supernatural power. Because of choosing identity over revenge. Sometimes that's the hardest victory of all. Archer