Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 144 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Thalia The battle explodes the second we breach the compound's perimeter. Two witches turn immediately, hands raised, chanting in that wrong language that makes my teeth ache. Fire erupts from nothing, aimed straight at my chest. I shift mid-leap, white wolf dodging flames that singe my fur, landing teeth-first on the nearest witch's throat. She goes down gurgling. One down, five to go. Kieran's dark wolf takes the second witch before she can finish her spell.

His jaws crush windpipe and spine simultaneously-brutal, efficient, the Alpha heir who's spent years perfecting violence. The body hits the ground and doesn't twitch. The remaining four witches form a defensive circle around Lia, who's still chanting at the ritual's center. Blood symbols glow brighter with each syllable she speaks, pulsing with power that makes my wolf want to flee and submit. I charge anyway because fleeing means they finish the ritual and my pack dies. Third witch throws something that explodes mid-air-glass vial filled with liquid that burns when it touches fur.

I yelp, stumble, and Kieran's there instantly covering my exposed flank. We move in perfect synchronization, the mate bond making us unstoppable even without completion. His bulk draws fire while my speed exploits openings. I'm under the fourth witch's guard before she registers the threat, claws opening her femoral artery in one clean strike. She bleeds out in seconds, magic dying with her consciousness. The fifth witch tries to run. Kieran catches her at the compound's edge, ends it quick. No mercy, no hesitation. We're past that now.

The sixth witch is stronger-older, more experienced, tattoos covering every visible inch of skin. She fights with magic that bends reality, making the ground shift beneath my paws, making Kieran's attacks miss by impossible margins. We take her down together. Him distracting, me striking from behind, jaws closing around her throat until the magic stops and she's just meat cooling in jungle humidity. Then it's just Lia. She's stopped chanting, the ritual incomplete but close enough that magic still pulses through blood-drawn symbols. When she turns to face us, I barely recognize my sister.

Tattoos cover both arms now-dark magic inscribed directly into skin, permanent power at permanent cost. Her eyes are wild with obsession, pupils blown wide, face gaunt in ways that speak to sacrifices I don't want to know about. "You should have killed me when you had the chance, sister." Her voice carries across the clearing with unnatural clarity. "Mercy is weakness. I would never make that mistake." I shift to human because this conversation requires words.

"Then I guess that makes me weak." "It makes you dead." She moves faster than anything human should move, blood magic enhancing every physical capability. I shift back to wolf barely in time, her blade missing my throat by millimeters. The fight is brutal, chaotic, nothing graceful about two supernatural creatures trying to end each other. She's prepared for this confrontation. Spent eight months training specifically to kill me, learning my patterns, exploiting vulnerabilities.

Lands hits that should be impossible-blade finding gaps in my guard, magic disrupting my balance, strategies that counter every move I make. Blood streams from a dozen wounds. My left shoulder's useless, right hind leg buckling under weight. She's better than me at this, more practiced at violence, willing to do anything to win. Kieran lunges from the side but Lia's ready for him too. Magic throws him backwards into trees hard enough to crack wood, hard enough to keep him down for precious seconds.

Then her blade's at my throat and I'm pinned beneath her weight, white wolf struggling uselessly against blood magic that shouldn't exist but does. "Any last words?" She's breathing hard, blade steady despite exhaustion. I shift back to human. Naked, bleeding, throat exposed to steel that'll end me if she pushes down. "Yeah. I forgive you." Her face twists into something unrecognizable. "What?" "For what happened to us. For how we ended up here." My voice stays steady despite fear choking every word. "Our parents destroyed you too.

Made you think love was earned through cruelty, that being powerful meant being feared. I forgive you for becoming what they created." The blade wavers. Just slightly, just enough. "You don't get to forgive me!" She's shaking now, fury and something that might be grief warring across her face. "I don't want your forgiveness!" "I know." My hands stay at my sides, not fighting, not defending. "That's why I'm giving it anyway." For just a moment, she's human again.

Not the monster obsessed with my destruction, just a broken woman who made terrible choices because she didn't know how to make good ones. My sister, the girl who used to build forts with me before our parents poisoned us against each other. "I can't stop." Her voice cracks. "Even if I wanted to. The hate is all I have left. Without it, I'm nothing." "Then I'm sorry." My throat closes around the words. "Because I have to stop you." Kieran appears from behind in complete silence.

Silver blade slides through Lia's heart with surgical precision-clean, fast, the mercy of a quick death instead of prolonged suffering. She gasps, blade falling from nerveless fingers. I catch her as she collapses, cradling her despite the blood soaking into my skin. Her eyes find mine, wide and desperate and finally, finally vulnerable. "Do you really forgive me?" "I do." "Then I'm sorry too." Tears stream down her face, mixing with blood. "For everything. For all of it." She dies with her head in my lap, tears still wet on her cheeks.

The ritual magic dies with her-symbols fading, power dissipating, danger passing. We won. It doesn't feel like winning. We bury her in the jungle two hours later. No marker, no ceremony, just me and Kieran and dirt covering the body of someone who used to be my sister. The ground's soft, easy to dig, like the earth is eager to take her back. I don't speak during the burial. Can't form words past the grief lodged in my throat. Not for who she became-that monster needed to die.

For who she could have been if our parents hadn't made her into a weapon, if she'd chosen literally any other path than the one that led here. The family that never was. The sister I might have had. When the last shovelful of dirt covers her, I finally break. Tears come in waves that won't stop, eight months of holding myself together shattering into pieces I'm not sure I can reassemble. Kieran pulls me against his chest without speaking, just solid presence while I grieve for possibility instead of reality.

For the little girl who built forts and told secrets before cruelty became her language, before our parents taught her that love was something you earned through destroying others. "I loved her once." The confession tears out of me between sobs. "When we were kids, before everything. I loved my sister." "I know." His arms tighten around me. Just that. Just acknowledgment that loving someone who became a monster doesn't make the love invalid. The jungle is quiet except for my crying and distant bird calls. Somewhere, our pack is safe because we stopped the ritual.

Somewhere, the mate bonds stay intact, the connections preserved, the family we built together continuing. But here, in this clearing, I'm just a woman who killed her sister and can't decide if she did the right thing or the only thing. Kieran holds me until the sun sets and my tears finally run dry. When we walk away, I don't look back. Some goodbyes don't deserve witness. Archer