Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 134 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Lysander The vampire attack changed the math. Silvermoon can't survive alone-not against bloodsuckers with centuries of tactical experience, not with our pack still healing from hunter assaults, not with my brother's wolf barely returned and our numbers depleted. I spent three days reaching out to neighboring packs. Calls, formal letters, every channel of communication Magnus established during his reign. Most hung up the second they heard my name. Alpha Lysander Fenris, the spare who inherited a crown he wasn't trained to wear. Four packs refused outright.

Two laughed and disconnected. Three more cited "territorial concerns" that translated to "we're not dying for your problems." But three said yes. Three Alphas willing to meet, willing to listen, willing to consider that united survival beats divided extinction. Neutral territory means the Morrison compound-abandoned pack lands between our borders, claimed by no one since the family died out decades ago. The conference room is dusty, the furniture ancient, the atmosphere thick with tension and old ghosts. I arrive early with Caroline beside me.

Eight months pregnant, moving carefully, her hand resting on the swell of our child. Her first public appearance as my Luna, and she's radiating the kind of stubborn determination that first hooked me in that Seattle bar. "You sure about this?" I adjust her chair, hyperaware of every discomfort she might feel. "Stop fussing." She swats my hand away with fond exasperation. "I'm pregnant, not dying. And you need me here." She's right. I do. The other Alphas arrive within twenty minutes of each other-calculating, probably, wanting to observe who shows up first.

Alpha Chen of the Riverdale Pack enters with two Betas flanking her, dark eyes assessing everything. Alpha Morrison-no relation to the compound's former owners-represents the Coastal Pack, his massive frame blocking the doorway until his security sweep finishes. Alpha Dietrich of the Northern Territory arrives last, gray-haired and sharp-featured, the eldest of our group by at least three decades. They all freeze when they see Caroline. "Golden wolf." Chen's voice carries disbelief.

"The rumors were true." "Most rumors are, when they're interesting enough to spread." Caroline's smile doesn't waver. "Alpha Chen. Thank you for agreeing to meet." "We agreed to hear the Silvermoon Alpha's proposal." Dietrich settles into his seat, gaze flickering between Caroline and me. "Not to ally with a pack in crisis." "Then hear the proposal." I lean forward, hands flat on the table. "Vampires attacked our territory three weeks ago.

Coordinated assault, military precision, aimed at destabilizing pack leadership before a larger offensive." "Vampires are your problem." Morrison's voice rumbles through the room. "They've left our territories alone." "For now." I let the words hang. "You think they'll stop with Silvermoon? We're the test case. Proof of concept. If they can bring down an established pack, they'll move to the next. And the next. Until there's nothing left but isolated wolves too weak to resist." Chen exchanges glances with Dietrich. Morrison's jaw tightens.

"You're asking for warriors." Dietrich's tone carries skepticism. "Troops to throw into your fight while your pack bleeds out." "I'm asking for alliance." I keep my voice steady, channeling every negotiation tactic Kieran drilled into me. "We stand together against external threats. Vampires today, hunters tomorrow. United or extinct. Those are the options." "Silvermoon is weakened." Morrison states it as fact, not insult. "Your father's dead. Your brother's been compromised. You've held power for what-six months?

Why should we ally with a sinking ship?" "Because the ship isn't sinking." Caroline's voice cuts through. "It's rebuilding. Stronger than before." Morrison's eyes narrow on her. Something ugly crosses his features-dismissal, contempt, the particular disdain some wolves reserve for anyone who wasn't born into the hierarchy. "With respect, Luna." He doesn't bother hiding the mockery in the title. "Perhaps the Alpha should speak for his pack. Rather than his human pet." My wolf surfaces before conscious thought catches up.

Eyes black, Alpha command flooding the room with pressure that makes the other wolves' shoulders curl involuntarily. Morrison actually leans back, his own wolf recognizing the threat even as his human mind tries to maintain composure. "That's my mate." The words come out guttural, barely controlled. "My Luna. The mother of my child. Insult her again and alliance negotiations become war declaration." The silence that follows is suffocating. Chen and Dietrich have gone very still, reading the room, calculating whether this meeting is about to become a bloodbath.

Caroline's hand settles on my arm. Warm, grounding, pulling me back from the edge. "I can handle this." Her voice is calm, steady, completely unrattled by an Alpha three times her size trying to diminish her. She turns to Morrison, and I watch the woman I love become something more. Not the bubbly blonde from the bar, not the terrified human I marked in a hotel room. Something forged in fire and choice and absolute refusal to be dismissed. "I was human three months ago." Her words carry through the room with quiet authority. "Spent my life hunting wolves.

Know every tactic, every weakness, every way to kill you. My father was Robert Montgomery-you've heard the name." Morrison's face goes pale. They've all heard the name. The Montgomery hunters are legendary in supernatural circles, the boogeyman that pack parents use to scare misbehaving cubs. "I chose to become pack." Caroline continues, relentless. "Chose to stand with wolves instead of against them. That makes me more dangerous than any born-wolf could be, because I know both worlds.

I've seen pack hierarchy from the outside, understand its weaknesses, know how hunters exploit them." She leans forward, and I watch three Alpha wolves actually shift back in their seats. "Show respect or leave. Those are your options." The silence stretches. Morrison's jaw works, his wolf clearly warring with his pride. Chen's expression has shifted from skepticism to something approaching approval. Dietrich studies Caroline with calculating interest. Finally, the eldest Alpha speaks. "Your Luna has fire." Dietrich's voice carries grudging respect. "We'll ally. For now." Chen nods slowly.

"Riverdale stands with Silvermoon against the vampire threat. Our warriors are yours to coordinate." Morrison takes longer. His pride is wounded, his wolf still smarting from being dominated in front of peers. But he's not stupid-the strategic reality hasn't changed just because a pregnant woman made him look foolish. "Coastal Pack agrees to temporary alliance." The words sound like they're being extracted with pliers. "Conditional on equal voice in tactical decisions." "Agreed." I extend my hand across the table. "Equal voice. Shared intelligence.

United front." We shake-formal, binding, the kind of agreement that means something in pack law. Caroline watches with quiet satisfaction, her hand still resting on my arm. Three allied packs. Sixty additional warriors, maybe more if their Betas can mobilize quickly. Not enough to guarantee victory against vampires with centuries of combat experience, but enough to make them reconsider attacking. Enough to matter. The other Alphas leave first-protocol and paranoia requiring them to clear the territory before the hosting Alpha.

I watch them go, feeling the weight of what we've built settle across my shoulders. "You were magnificent." I turn to Caroline once we're alone, pulling her close. "Absolutely terrifying." "Morrison deserved it." She grins, that Elle Woods sparkle returning now that the performance is over. "Human pet. Really? At least be creative with your insults." "You scared three Alphas into alliance with a pregnant woman's monologue." "I gave them the truth." Her hand finds her belly, protective and certain. "I know both worlds.

That's not weakness-it's the biggest advantage we have." I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. Golden wolf, former hunter, mother of my child. The woman who chose to stand with monsters and made them better for it. "Magnus built alliances through fear and force." My voice drops low. "Packs allied with Silvermoon because they were afraid of what would happen if they didn't." "And you?" "We just built something different." I pull back to meet her eyes. "Alliances based on respect.

On proving we're worth standing beside." The mate bond pulses warm between us-pride and love and stubborn hope. Sixty warriors. Three allied packs. A unified front against threats that would have destroyed us alone. Not bad for a spare who was never supposed to wear the crown. Archer