Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 137 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Thalia Pack trials are surprisingly efficient when everyone already knows the defendants are guilty and the only question is how creatively we're killing them. Spoiler: we're not. But the pack doesn't know that yet. My parents stand before the assembled wolves in restraints that look less secure than they actually are, both wearing expressions that suggest this is a minor inconvenience instead of answering for literal treason.

Mom's got her country club face on-the one that says she's above whatever's happening-while Dad radiates the kind of righteous fury that powered every childhood punishment I ever received. Marcus reads the charges with clinical detachment. "Conspiracy with hunter organizations. Providing intelligence that directly led to attacks on pack members. Betrayal of pack bonds and trust. Giving enemy forces the location of Alpha heirs-your own grandchildren-knowing they would be targeted for execution." The last charge makes several pack members growl, low and threatening.

Threatening children crosses lines even the most bloodthirsty wolves respect. "How do you plead?" Lysander's Alpha voice carries authority he's grown into over the past months, no longer pretending he doesn't want this role. "Guilty." Dad says it with pride, like confessing to heroism instead of genocide. "Of everything. We aided hunters because they were doing what this pack refused to-eliminating threats." "We wanted justice for how you destroyed this family." Mom's voice could freeze margaritas, her eyes finding mine across the space between us. "You turned our daughter into a monster.

Corrupted pack leadership. Brought shame to the Turner name that will last generations." The accusation would have destroyed nineteen-year-old me. Twenty-seven-year-old me, Luna of Silvermoon Pack, mother of three, survivor of approximately seventeen different attempts on my life? I'm underwhelmed. "You gave hunters the location where your grandchildren were sleeping." My voice stays level despite wanting to scream. "Knowing those hunters planned to execute them.

Orion, Luna, Phoenix-nine years old, your own blood-and you handed them to people with guns." "They're not our blood." Mom spits the words with venom usually reserved for discussing poor people at charity galas. "They're mongrel half-breeds spawned from your heat with an Alpha who should have known better. Killing them would have been mercy." The pack erupts. Warriors moving forward with violence written across their faces, lower-ranked wolves shouting demands for immediate execution, the kind of rage that comes from hearing someone advocate child murder without remorse.

Kieran's beside me before I can move, his presence grounding while I process my mother just casually admitted she wanted my children dead. The mate bond pulls tight between us, offering comfort I don't deserve to need but desperately want anyway. "Execution." Elder Williams speaks what everyone's thinking. "Traditional punishment for betraying pack to hunters. Both of them. Public, tonight." The pack roars approval. Two hundred wolves demanding blood, demanding justice, demanding my parents die screaming for what they did. And I should want that too.

Should be first in line to rip out their throats, to eliminate the threat they pose, to ensure they never betray anyone again. Except killing them makes them martyrs. Makes me the monster they always said I was. "Exile." The word cuts through the chaos. "Like Lia. You go to Mexico City, you never return, you never contact anyone connected to this pack. You're dead to us-legally, socially, permanently." The silence that follows is deafening.

Every pack member staring at me with expressions ranging from confusion to outrage, probably wondering if their Luna just went soft at the worst possible moment. "They betrayed us." Marcus voices the obvious problem. "Exile isn't sufficient punishment for-" "Execution makes them victims." I meet his eyes without flinching. "Martyrs for whatever cause they've convinced themselves they're serving. Exile makes them nothing.

Just two bitter people rotting in a country that doesn't want them, carrying the knowledge they destroyed their own family and lost everything." Dad's raging now, screaming about justice and consequences and how I'm proving I'm too weak to lead. Standard Turner family dinner conversation, honestly, just with more witnesses. Mom stays silent, studying me with contempt that used to make me want to disappear. Now it just makes me tired. "You think you've won." Her voice is ice wrapped in disdain. "Built your perfect little pack, claimed the Alpha, raised your mongrel children.

But you're still the wolfless shame underneath all that power." She leans forward slightly, smile cruel and familiar. "And everyone knows it. They see through you, see the broken girl playing Luna, waiting for you to crack. You're not strong enough for this. You never were." The words should hurt. Should crack something open, should make me doubt, should trigger every insecurity I've spent eight years trying to bury. They don't. Because she's wrong. I'm not the wolfless shame anymore.

Haven't been since my wolf woke up, since I chose Kieran without supernatural confirmation, since I survived raising three children alone and came back powerful enough to lead. "You're right about one thing." I stand, moving closer to the restraints that separate us. "I was broken. You made sure of that-locked me in my room during my first heat, threatened to rip my children from my womb, called me worthless for twenty-seven years." I let the words land before continuing. "But broken things can heal. Can become stronger at the fracture points.

Can survive you and thrive despite everything you did to prevent it." "So yeah." My voice hardens. "I built this pack. Claimed my mate. Raised three incredible kids who will never know what it's like to have parents who call them shameful. And I did it without you. Despite you. Because of you teaching me exactly who I never want to become." The pack is silent, watching this confrontation that's been decades in the making finally reach its conclusion. "Exile." I say it with finality. "That's my sentence. Anyone who disagrees can challenge my authority directly." No one moves. No one speaks.

The sentence stands. They load my parents into the same truck that took Lia-poetic justice or just efficient logistics, honestly both work. I watch from the pack house steps while they're secured, while Dad screams promises of return and Mom maintains her contemptuous silence. The truck pulls away and I feel lighter. Not happy, not vindicated, just lighter. Like cutting off a gangrenous limb that's been poisoning my system for years, the relief that comes from finally excising the infection. Kieran finds me fifteen minutes later still standing there, staring at empty driveway.

"You okay?" His hand settles on my lower back, grounding. "I will be." My voice comes out rougher than intended. "They stopped being my parents the day they locked me in my room during my heat. This just makes it official." "Official closure is underrated." He pulls me close, arms wrapping tight. "My family is your family now. Lysander, Caroline, the kids. Hell, even Robert before he turned himself in. We're what matters." "I know." And I do. The family you choose trumps the family you're born into every single time. "The grief isn't for losing them.

It's for never having them in the first place." "Yeah." He presses his lips to my hair. "But you have us now. And we're not going anywhere." The mate mark on my throat pulses warm, the bond humming steady between us. Not just supernatural connection anymore-deliberate choice validated by biology, commitment backed by magic that waited for permission. I think about Orion, Luna, and Phoenix inside probably destroying something expensive while Rosalie supervises. About Lysander and Caroline building their own family despite complications that should have killed them both.

About the pack we've rebuilt from ashes and blood feuds and impossible choices. The poison is gone. The threats neutralized. The people who hurt us exiled or imprisoned or choosing redemption. Now we can actually heal. Build something permanent instead of just surviving until the next crisis. "Come inside." Kieran's already pulling me toward the door.

"The kids have been asking about you and I'm pretty sure Phoenix is planning something involving permanent markers and surfaces that cost more than college tuition." "Our daughter is going to be expelled from so many schools." But I'm smiling, following him inside, leaving my parents and their contempt behind permanently. Family isn't who shares your blood. It's who shows up when you need them. Who chooses you repeatedly. Who sees you broken and doesn't walk away. That's what we have now. That's enough. That's everything. The door closes behind us and I don't look back. Archer