Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 143 Dec 26, 2025 POV: Thalia Eight graves and Lia's still breathing somewhere. The math grates on me every morning when I pass the memorial stones we erected at the pack boundary. Eight wolves died because my sister couldn't accept losing, couldn't handle being exiled, couldn't just fucking disappear and stay disappeared. She orchestrated a vampire war and lost. Normal people would cut their losses, run to Europe or Asia, live out their miserable existence far from consequences. Lia's never been normal. "She won't stop." Kieran's reading reports in his office while I pace.

"The vampire attack failed but that doesn't mean she's done. Just means she's regrouping." "I know." My hands clench. "She's out there planning the next catastrophe and we're sitting here waiting for it to hit." The question isn't whether Lia will strike again. It's when, and how many die before we stop her permanently. The answer arrives from the last source I expected. The vampire appears at our territory border three days after the battle-alone, hands raised in universal gesture of non-aggression.

Young by vampire standards, maybe a century old, dressed in clothes that scream money and taste. "My name is Julian." His voice carries across the clearing where Kieran and I meet him. "I was approached by your sister about joining Ezekiel's war party. I declined." "Smart choice." Kieran's arms are crossed, Alpha posture radiating suspicion. "What do you want?" "To provide information. Consider it apology for my kind's actions." Julian's smile reveals no fangs. "Lia Turner is in Peru. Lima specifically. Operating under the identity Elena Vargas. But she's not hiding-she's planning.

Reaching out to more vampires, more hunters, building another coalition." My stomach drops. "How do you know this?" "Vampire networks talk. She's been clumsy, desperate, making promises she can't keep." He meets my eyes. "She won't stop until you're dead or she is. Thought you should know where to find her." He vanishes before we can respond, leaving just the information and the weight of what it means. That evening I find myself at the pack boundary with Kieran, staring at the forest where we buried eight wolves who died because of Lia's vendetta.

The memorial stones catch sunset, names carved deep enough to last generations. "We could let her go." Kieran's voice is careful, testing. "Let her run herself into the ground somewhere far from here. Peru's eight thousand miles away." "She'll come back." "I know." The silence stretches between us, comfortable and weighted with everything we're not saying. The forest whispers with evening wind, carrying scents of pine and earth and the faint metallic tang of blood that still haunts this clearing. "I'll go." Kieran's decision lands heavy. "Track her to Peru, end this permanently.

You stay here with the kids." "No." The word comes out flat, absolute. "We go. Together. End her together." "Thalia-" "This isn't negotiable." I turn to face him fully. "She's my sister. My responsibility. My mess to clean up." His jaw clenches. "The kids need their mother." "The kids need parents who come home alive, not a father who dies in Peru hunting my psychotic sister alone." My hands find his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath expensive fabric. "We're stronger together. You know this." "They'll be safe here with Lysander and Caroline." "I know they will." My voice softens.

"But this is something we have to do. For the pack. For them. For every wolf that died because I share DNA with a monster." He studies my face for a long moment, reading everything I'm not saying. Finally, his forehead presses to mine. "Together then." "Together." The decision settles between us-duty over comfort, violence for peace, ending a threat before it ends us. We fly to Lima two days later. The city sprawls beneath our plane window-eleven million people providing perfect cover for someone who knows how to disappear. Lia chose well.

Vast enough to vanish in, wealthy enough that money opens doors, corrupt enough that bribes solve problems. Finding one woman in this chaos should be impossible. But Lia's always been flashy, can't help leaving traces. The vampire network Julian mentioned proves useful-vampires in Lima remember an aggressive American woman making wild promises about werewolf territory. A few bribes later, we have neighborhoods, then streets, then an address in San Isidro. The compound sits outside Lima proper, nestled in hills that provide privacy and defensible position.

Money bought this place-high walls, security cameras, the kind of setup that screams someone's hiding something worth protecting. We watch for six days. Establishing patterns, counting security, identifying weaknesses. Lia appears on day four, stepping from an armored SUV with two bodyguards. Her hair's different-blonde now instead of brown-but I'd know that walk anywhere. The entitled stride of someone who's never faced real consequences. "She's meeting with someone tonight." Kieran's monitoring security feeds we hacked yesterday. "Infrared shows multiple heat signatures arriving at dusk.

Probably the vampire coven Julian mentioned." "Perfect." My wolf stirs beneath skin, ready. "We strike when they're occupied. Take down security, corner her during the meeting." "She'll run." "Let her try." Dusk arrives painted in gold and purple that seems wrong for violence. We approach from the east where walls are lower, security sparser. Two guards fall silently-Kieran's efficiency eliminating threats before they can alert others. The compound interior is luxury trying too hard-marble everywhere, fountain in the courtyard, art that costs more than most people earn in years.

Lia's taste hasn't improved with exile. Voices carry from the main building. Her laugh, high and false, trying to charm whoever she's convinced to help her next catastrophic plan. We move through shadows, white wolf and dark, hunting the woman who shares my blood and nothing else. The meeting room reveals itself through floor-to-ceiling windows. Five vampires, Lia at the head of the table, gesturing to maps spread across expensive wood. Planning another attack, another war, another massacre of innocent wolves protecting their territory.

Kieran shifts to human, crashes through the window before anyone can react. Glass explodes, vampires scatter, Lia's face goes white with recognition and terror. I follow as wolf, landing in crouch between her and the door. The vampires flee-smart ones who recognize this isn't their fight. Lia backs toward the far exit, hand reaching for weapon at her hip. "Thalia, wait-" Her voice is desperate, pleading. "We can talk about this. I can explain-" I don't want explanations. Don't want excuses or justifications or any of the poison that comes from her mouth. She runs.

Through the compound, out the back gate, into jungle that borders the property. She's fast for a regular wolf, enhanced by desperation and adrenaline. But I'm faster-white wolf built for speed, maternal fury making me tireless. The jungle swallows us both, darkness punctuated by moonlight that paints everything silver. Her scent trails obvious, fear-sweat and perfume that costs too much, the particular smell of family turned enemy. I bring her down in a clearing where trees open to sky. My jaws close around her shoulder, dragging her to the ground.

She screams, shifts to wolf form in attempt to fight back. We roll across jungle floor, all teeth and claws and eight years of rage finally unleashed. "Please-" She's human again, bleeding, pinned beneath my wolf form. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was angry, I was stupid, I didn't mean for anyone to die-" My teeth find her throat and the lies stop. 150 Contents Archer