Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Her Last Recorded Message by Caleb Stone 20 Summary In Chapter 20 of "Her Last Recorded Message," the protagonist receives a formal invitation to a quarterly pack gathering at the Fenris Estate, which fills her with anxiety and a sense of obligation. Kieran, her corporate legal consultant, insists that they attend together to present a united front, emphasizing her protection under Fenris. Lysander also urges her to wear something that makes a statement, reinforcing the importance of showing strength and confidence as she returns to a place filled with painful memories after eight years.

As the evening unfolds, she dons a deep emerald gown that serves as her armor, feeling both elegant and fierce. Kieran and Lysander arrive, exuding a protective energy as they navigate the tense atmosphere of the gathering. Upon entering the estate, she is confronted by her parents, whose shock and disdain are palpable. Despite the pressure, she tries to maintain her composure, buoyed by Kieran's reassuring presence. However, the overwhelming stimuli of the event-loud conversations, scents, and the weight of judgment-begin to take their toll on her.

The tension escalates when Lia, a rival, confronts her with cruel taunts about her past and her children. Just as Lia's words threaten to undermine her strength, Kieran intervenes with a fierce declaration of protection, showcasing a side of him that commands respect and fear. Lia retreats, leaving the room in stunned silence, while the protagonist grapples with the emotional fallout of the confrontation and the sensory overload that follows. Seeking relief from the chaos, she steps into a dimly lit hallway with Lysander, who offers comfort and understanding.

He suggests that her wolf may be awakening after years of suppression, a revelation that stirs both fear and intrigue within her. As they share this moment, she feels the weight of her identity shifting, caught between the protective fire of Kieran and the calming presence of Lysander. This chapter encapsulates her internal struggle and the complexities of her relationships, leaving her to ponder the implications of her awakening wolf and the bonds she shares with the two brothers.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Her Last Recorded Message by Caleb Stone** **Chapter 20** *Nov 13, 2025* The email lands in my inbox on a Thursday morning, its subject line stark and official: *Quarterly Pack Gathering. Friday, 7pm. Fenris Estate. Attendance strongly encouraged for all ranking members and corporate affiliates.* I find myself staring at the words, the formality dripping with an unspoken ultimatum: *You will be there, or you will have to explain yourself.* Not even a moment passes before my phone buzzes to life. Kieran's name flashes on the screen.

"You're attending as our corporate legal consultant," he states, his tone leaving no room for debate. "Both of us. United front." I can't help but roll my eyes. "That's not going to fool anyone-" "It's not meant to," he interrupts, his voice dipping into a deeper register, one that sends a shiver down my spine. "It's meant to make a statement. You're under Fenris protection. Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with me." With a decisive click, he hangs up, leaving me with a sense of unease swirling in my stomach. Barely thirty seconds later, my phone buzzes again.

Lysander's name appears this time. "Wear something that makes a statement," he instructs, his voice firm yet somehow reassuring. "You're walking in with both of us, and the pack needs to see you're not ashamed." "I'm not-" "Good. Seven o'clock. Don't be late." The two of them have clearly conspired, despite their usual rivalry. The need to present a united front to the pack seems to overshadow their usual territorial games. When Friday evening arrives, I stand before my mirror, dressed in the deep emerald gown Rosalie insisted upon. The fabric hugs my curves just right, elegant yet fierce.

She had taken one look at the invitation and immediately shifted into crisis mode, declaring, "You need armor. The kind that makes them remember you chose to come back." In that moment, I realize how true her words are. This dress is my armor, and I can almost feel its power. Kieran and Lysander arrive together, both clad in suits that likely cost more than my entire monthly rent. The atmosphere in the SUV is thick with tension, an unspoken protectiveness radiating from them, making the already confined space feel even smaller.

As we pull up to the sprawling Fenris estate, a wave of anxiety crashes over me. It's been eight long years since I last set foot in this place. "Ready?" Lysander offers his arm, a gesture of support. Kieran is already out of the car, moving to my other side with a determined expression. "We've got you," he reassures me, his presence a solid wall of strength. As I step out, sandwiched between both Alpha heirs, the arrival of pack members is met with an eerie silence. Inside, the atmosphere is even more oppressive.

The grand gathering hall is filled with at least two hundred high-ranking pack members, their conversations fading into a hush as we enter. And then, my gaze lands on my parents. They stand near the far wall, champagne flutes in hand, frozen in shock. My mother's face shifts from pale to a deep crimson, her barely contained rage palpable. My father's expression morphs into one of cold calculation, his eyes scanning the room with a predatory glint. They can't cause a scene here-not in front of Alpha Magnus and the Fenris family. Not when I'm clearly under the protection of the Alpha heirs.

Yet, their disdain is a tangible force, even from across the crowded room. I lift my chin defiantly, refusing to show any weakness. Kieran's hand settles possessively on my lower back, the heat of his touch seeping through the delicate fabric of my dress. "Breathe," he murmurs, his voice low and steady. "I'm fine," I reply, though I can feel the tremors coursing through me. "You're shaking," he observes, his concern evident. I am trembling, but not from fear-something else entirely. The room is too loud, too bright. Conversations echo around me, each word cutting through the air like a knife.

"-that's her, the one who disappeared-" "-both Fenris heirs, how does she-" The scents envelop me, a dizzying mix of perfumes, colognes, and the faint whiff of spilled wine from a nearby table. My skin feels hypersensitive, the fabric of my dress almost irritating against my nerves. "Thalia?" Lysander's voice draws closer, concern etched on his features. "You okay?" "Fine. Just anxiety," I manage, forcing a smile that feels more like a grimace.

"Being back here after eight years." It has to be anxiety-a stress response to confronting the pack that once deemed me worthless, to facing the family that threatened my very existence, to the man whose engagement announcement sent me fleeing into the night. The evening unfolds in overwhelming waves of sensation. Kieran remains close, a constant source of strength, while Lysander flits around the room, checking on me periodically. Pack members watch us with barely concealed intrigue, whispers trailing in our wake: "Is she their mate?

Both of them?" "She was with them during heat, wasn't she?" "I heard she had three children-whose are they?" "The younger one's, obviously. Why else would he-" "But the older one looks ready to kill anyone who gets too close-" I nurse a glass of sparkling water, fighting against the nausea rising in my throat from the sensory overload when Lia makes her entrance. She glides in, draped in designer attire, her signature smirk plastered across her face. From across the room, her eyes lock onto me with laser focus.

She strides directly toward me, her voice slicing through the murmurs: "How brave of you to show your face here." Every head turns, and the room falls into a hush. "Lia," I reply, keeping my tone steady. "You look well." "I look well?" Her laughter is sharp, cutting. "That's what you lead with? After abandoning your family, disappearing for eight years, and coming back with bastard children you're raising alone because no wolf would actually claim you?" Her words are designed to humiliate, to strip me of the strength I've fought so hard to regain.

The sensory overload is pounding in my head, but I force my voice to remain steady. "Careful, Lia." "Careful?" She steps closer, emboldened by the audience. "Everyone should know what you are. A wolfless shame who spread her legs during heat and-" Before she can finish, Kieran moves with a speed that leaves me breathless. He's suddenly between us, his entire demeanor radiating a lethal threat. The temperature in the room seems to plummet, and high-ranking wolves nearby instinctively take a step back.

"Touch her," he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that makes even the strongest pack members flinch. "Speak to her. Look at her again." Lia's face pales, genuine fear flickering in her eyes. "She's under my protection," Kieran declares, his voice echoing through the now-silent hall. "Mine. And if you threaten what's mine-" He lets the threat hang in the air, heavy and unyielding. "I will end you. Completely. Do you understand?" The pack has never seen this side of him-the controlled CEO replaced by an Alpha who would kill without hesitation for what he claims.

Lia stumbles back, her bravado crumbling. "Kieran, I didn't mean-" "Get out of my sight." With that, she flees the room, leaving behind a thick tension that crackles in the air. Silence reigns as pack members stare at Kieran, then at me, recalibrating their perceptions of power and alliances. Across the room, Alpha Magnus observes, his expression inscrutable. I'm shaking-not just from the confrontation, but from the weight of Lia's words, and the sensory overload that seems to intensify with every passing moment. Everything is too loud, too bright, too overwhelming.

"I need air," I manage to choke out, the words barely escaping my lips. Lysander appears at my side almost instantly. "This way," he says gently. He guides me through a side door into a dimly lit hallway. The reduction in stimulation is immediate relief, but it's still not enough. My skin feels wrong, the sounds still too sharp, too intrusive. "You okay?" he asks softly, his concern palpable. "Everything's too much," I admit, pressing my palms against the cool stone wall. "Too loud, too bright. I can smell everything, hear everything.

It's like my senses are-" I falter, unable to finish that thought. "Amplified?" Lysander suggests carefully. "Like they're stronger than they should be?" I meet his gaze, and in his eyes, I see a flicker of understanding. "What's happening to me?" "I think-" He hesitates, weighing his words. "Your wolf might be waking up. Sometimes it happens gradually. Heightened senses come first." "I don't have a wolf. Twenty-seven years of being wolfless doesn't just-" "Twenty-seven years of suppression might," he counters gently. "Trauma, stress, survival mode.

Sometimes wolves remain dormant until the person is ready. Until they feel safe enough to emerge." The hallway tilts around me, the reality of his words settling like a weight in my chest. A wolf. After all these years, after constructing an entire identity around being wolfless, after learning to survive without that connection. "The mate bond might trigger it too," Lysander continues quietly. "Being around potential mates, the kids showing Alpha traits.

Your wolf could be recognizing what it wants." I struggle to process what he's saying-that after twenty-seven years of being wolfless, of building my entire identity around that absence, my wolf might actually exist-when I feel Lysander's hand settle warmly on my shoulder. "Breathe," he whispers, his voice a soothing balm. "Whatever's happening, we'll figure it out." The hallway feels safer than the chaotic gathering room, but my senses remain overwhelmed.

I can still hear Kieran's voice resonating in the hall, can smell the expensive perfumes wafting through the air, can feel every thread of my dress against my skin. "It's terrifying," I confess, my voice trembling. "Not knowing what's happening to my own body." "I know," he replies, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my shoulder, grounding me. "But you're strong. You've survived worse than this." I lean into his steady presence, allowing his calm energy to wash over me.

This is what he offers-not Kieran's consuming fire that would burn through the confusion, but gentle warmth that allows me to breathe through it. "Stay with me?" The words slip out before I can stop them. "Just for a minute. I can't go back in there yet." "As long as you need," he promises softly. Yet even as I stand there, enveloped in Lysander's comfort, it's Kieran's fierce protection that echoes in my mind. The way he moved to shield me. The deathly tone of his voice when he vowed to end anyone who dared threaten what was his. Something deep within me is undeniably shifting.

And as I stand torn between the two brothers, I can't help but wonder which one I truly need in this moment. Conclusion In the aftermath of the gathering, a profound sense of transformation washes over me. The confrontation with Lia, once a figure of my past that represented shame and rejection, has now become a catalyst for my awakening. Kieran's fierce protection and Lysander's steady support have ignited something deep within, a flicker of identity I thought long extinguished.

As I stand between them, I feel the weight of my history and the potential of my future colliding, intertwining in a way that is both terrifying and exhilarating. The emerald gown that once felt like mere armor now embodies my reclamation of power, a symbol of my return to a world that once sought to erase me. The echoes of whispers around me no longer define my worth; instead, they serve as a reminder of the strength I possess, bolstered by the unwavering support of those who stand by my side. Yet, amidst this burgeoning sense of self, a flicker of uncertainty remains.

The awakening of my wolf, a force I had long believed was absent, stirs within me, challenging my understanding of who I am and what I can become. The fear of the unknown looms large, but so does the promise of connection and belonging. I am no longer just a wolfless girl; I am a woman reclaiming her identity, her power, and her place within the pack. As I navigate the delicate balance between Kieran's fierce fire and Lysander's gentle warmth, I realize that I am not alone in this journey.

With her wolf potentially awakening after years of dormancy, readers can expect a tumultuous exploration of her identity and the fierce loyalty of Kieran and Lysander. The stakes are higher than ever as the pack's scrutiny intensifies and the fallout from Lia's confrontation looms large. Will Thalia find the strength to embrace her past and the power that comes with her wolf, or will the weight of her family's expectations and the pack's judgment prove too heavy? Moreover, the chapter is set to unravel the intricate relationships that bind Thalia to the Fenris family.