Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 156 Jan 15, 2026 POV: Thalia Three weeks pass in fast-forward flashes and I'm forced to watch every moment. Myself and Lysander becoming surgically attached at the hip. Late nights at the office where they work side by side, coffee cups multiplying on her desk. Weekends with the triplets where Lysander morphs from visiting uncle to something dangerously close to father. But underneath the domestic bliss, tension builds. Kieran withdrawing further into his ice-king shell. Office gossip spreading like a virus.

Pack members noticing the Alpha heirs competing for the same woman, choosing sides, placing bets on which brother wins. Nobody wins. I want to scream that at all of them. When brothers go to war over a woman, everybody loses. Wednesday arrives and everything detonates. I watch Kieran finally hit his breaking point. He walks into the conference room where the other me and Lysander are reviewing case files, standing close enough that their shoulders brush. Lysander's hand rests casually on her lower back-proprietary without being possessive, comfortable without demanding.

Kieran slams the door behind him. Glass walls rattle in their frames. Several associates outside jump, heads swiveling toward the sound. "We need to talk," Kieran says. His voice could freeze nitrogen. "All three of us. Now." Lysander's entire body tenses. His hand doesn't leave my back-if anything, his touch becomes more protective, fingers spreading wider. "This isn't the time or place." "I don't give a fuck about time or place." Kieran moves into the center of the room, claiming territory. "You've been playing house with her for three weeks. Making decisions about my children.

Acting like you have any right-" "Your children?" Lysander's voice sharpens to a blade. "You don't know that. The DNA test hasn't been done." I watch this argument unfold and remember. In my timeline, I was the one who refused the test, who threatened to run if they forced it. Here, it's Lysander delaying, and I understand why with perfect clarity. He's terrified of what the science will reveal. "They're mine," Kieran says with the kind of certainty that comes from somewhere cellular. "I can feel it. The bond-" "What bond?" I interrupt, stepping away from Lysander to stand alone.

Making both brothers see her clearly, neither one's territory. "There is no bond, Kieran. If there was, I'd feel it. I don't feel anything with you." The words hit Kieran with physical force. I watch him actually stagger back half a step, hand coming up to his chest like he's checking for bleeding. My own chest aches watching his expression fracture. She's wrong. I want to scream it at her. The bond is there, dormant and waiting for her wolf to wake up. But she doesn't know that. Can't know that. She thinks choice matters more than biology.

"You felt something eight years ago," Kieran says, and his voice has gone desperate. Raw. "During your heat-" "Biology. Hormones. Not choice." Myself's spine stays straight but I hear the slight waver in her voice. She's not as certain as she's pretending. "I'm choosing now, Kieran. And I'm choosing him." I watch Lysander's face transform. Relief and joy and desperate gratitude wash over him in waves. He's won something he was terrified of losing. I watch Kieran shatter completely. "You're making a mistake," Kieran says, but all the edge has drained from his voice.

Now he just sounds broken, hollowed out. "We're meant-" "We're not meant for anything." My voice stays firm but not cruel. She's trying to be kind while destroying him. "You treated me like garbage in high school. You made me believe I was worthless. And yes, you looked for me after I left, but looking doesn't undo damage. Lysander has been gentle, patient, and present. He hasn't once tried to own me. So yes, I'm choosing him." I see the exact moment Kieran realizes he's lost. His hands unclench from the fists they've been forming. His shoulders drop.

The fight drains out of him until he's just standing there, bleeding from wounds nobody else can see. "The children," he says quietly. "At least let me know about the children. Let me do the DNA test. If they're mine-" "If they're yours, you can be in their lives. As their uncle." I deliver this with gentle finality, mercy killing instead of prolonged torture. "Lysander will be their father. That's my choice." Uncle. The word cuts Kieran deeper than anything else could. I watch him close his eyes briefly, swaying like he might actually fall. His face goes grey under expensive office lighting.

"You're really doing this," Kieran says. Not a question. "Choosing him. Building a life with him. Taking my children-" "They're not your children yet," Lysander interrupts. His voice carries quiet victory. "And if the test proves they're biologically yours, we'll figure it out. But Thalia's right. I'll be their father. You can be part of their lives, but you won't replace me." Something dangerous flickers across Kieran's face. For one heartbeat I think he might attack his brother. Might let three weeks of building rage explode into violence. His hands flex, muscles coiling.

But instead, Kieran just turns and walks out. Leaves the conference room without another word, without looking back. I follow his ghost through the vision because I can't help myself. Watch him go to his office and lock the door with shaking hands. Watch him stand at floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seattle and press his forehead against cold glass. His entire body trembles. His breath comes too fast, too shallow. He's having what looks like a panic attack, hands pressed flat against the window like he's trying to hold himself upright through sheer force of will.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to him even though he can't hear. "This isn't supposed to happen. You're supposed to be the one I choose." But in this timeline, I didn't. And Kieran is paying the price in compound interest. The vision shifts back to the conference room. Lysander pulls my younger self into his arms, chin resting on top of her head. "That was brutal. You okay?" "I feel terrible," she admits into his shoulder. "He looked so hurt." "He'll survive." Lysander's voice is gentle but firm, already dismissing Kieran's pain. "You made the right choice. For yourself, for the kids.

He'll accept it eventually." I know that's catastrophically wrong. Know what's coming-the pack won't accept this, Alpha Magnus definitely won't accept his heir losing to his younger brother, and the mate bond will wake up eventually. When it does, it'll be with Kieran, not Lysander, and then everything built on this comfortable foundation will burn. But right now, she doesn't know any of that. She just holds onto Lysander and lets herself believe comfort equals correctness. The scene shifts, showing fallout in fast-forward. Gossip metastasizing through the office.

Pack members choosing sides like it's a civil war. Alpha Magnus summoning both sons for a private meeting, his expression carved from granite. Lia watching from the shadows with calculating interest, already spinning this into ammunition. I see the foundation cracking. The pack beginning to fracture along fault lines. Brothers who were close becoming enemies. Kieran is isolated in his corner office while Lysander builds the life Kieran searched eight years to find. And all because I chose safety over destiny. Chose breathing room over burning. I want to wake up from this vision.

Want it to stop before I see how catastrophically wrong this choice goes. But the fortune teller's magic holds me captive, forcing me to witness every consequence of the path I didn't take. I go home with Lysander that night. They pick up the kids together, make dinner together, read bedtime stories together. The domestic tableau looks perfect from the outside. But I can feel the instability underneath. The biological imperative that hasn't woken yet. The mate bond coiled dormant, waiting to detonate at the worst possible moment.

Kieran sits alone in his penthouse, staring at the city lights, and I watch him break piece by piece. In my timeline, I chose him. The bond chose him. We built something real on that certainty. Here, I am building a life on foundations that can't hold. And I'm forced to watch every brick laid toward inevitable collapse. admin