Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Her Last Recorded Message by Caleb Stone 22 Summary In Chapter 22 of "Her Last Recorded Message," the protagonist, Thalia Blackwood, experiences a harrowing moment when she receives a call from her children's school. The principal informs her that her estranged sister, Lia, has arrived claiming a family emergency and is attempting to take her children. Panic and dread grip Thalia as she rushes to the school, her mind racing with fear for her children's safety.

The urgency of the situation propels her into a frantic drive, breaking traffic laws in her desperation to protect her kids from the very person who had tormented her childhood. Upon arriving at the school, Thalia witnesses a terrifying scene-Lia is physically restraining her son, Orion, while her daughter, Luna, is crying silently. Phoenix, her youngest, is fighting against Lia's grip. Thalia's protective instincts surge as she confronts Lia, who taunts her with claims of pack law, trying to assert her dominance.

The situation escalates, and Thalia's emotions boil over as she transforms into a wolf, driven by an overwhelming need to protect her children from the threat posed by Lia. As Thalia lunges at Lia, the chaos intensifies. She grapples with her sister, driven by primal instincts to defend her cubs. The visceral rage consumes her, and she finds herself caught between her animalistic urge to wreak vengeance and the need to maintain her humanity for her children's sake.

Just as she is about to go too far, two other wolves intervene, asserting their Alpha presence and forcing Thalia to reconsider her actions. Kieran, one of the wolves, speaks to her, reminding her that her children are watching and need her to be their mother, not a monster. In the climax of the chapter, Thalia's internal struggle is palpable as she grapples with the consequences of her rage and the instinct to protect her children. Kieran's calm presence helps to ground her, and she begins to realize the importance of not letting her fury define her actions.

The chapter ends with Thalia still in wolf form, snarling but no longer actively attacking, symbolizing her conflict between her protective instincts and the need to rise above her past and be the mother her children need. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Her Last Recorded Message by Caleb Stone** **Chapter 22** **Nov 13, 2025** The clock ticks steadily into the afternoon, a mundane rhythm that lulls you into a false sense of security, as if the world outside could not possibly intrude upon this moment.

I'm entrenched in depositions, my mind swirling with legal jargon and the weight of my responsibilities, when my phone begins to vibrate insistently across the conference table. It's the school's number. Once. Twice. A third time before I can snatch it up. A knot tightens in my stomach even before I answer. "Ms. Blackwood." Principal Morrison's voice trembles, barely concealing the urgency beneath it. "Your sister has arrived, claiming a family emergency. She attempted to take your children from their classroom.

Security intervened, but she's outside in the parking lot now, and she's refusing to listen. You need to come immediately." The phone slips from my grasp, clattering against the table as the world contracts to a singular, horrifying thought: someone is trying to take my children. Instinct kicks in, and my body propels me into motion before my mind can catch up. I dash through the office, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, drawing the attention of my associates, their mouths agape in disbelief. But I can't afford to care. Not now. Someone is trying to take my babies.

The elevator feels like it's stalled in time. I jab the button repeatedly, seventeen times, as if sheer force could speed it up. My breath quickens, and a tightness grips my chest. When the doors finally part to reveal the parking garage, I'm already racing toward my car. My keys tremble in my hand as I fumble to unlock the door. The engine roars to life, but I'm peeling out before my seatbelt even clicks into place. Portland is typically a forty-five-minute drive on a good day, but today, I make it in twenty-eight. Every traffic law is obliterated beneath the weight of my desperation.

Red lights blur into streaks of color. Speed limits are mere suggestions. My knuckles turn white around the steering wheel, my foot pressed hard against the accelerator. Other drivers honk in protest, but their sounds barely penetrate the roaring chaos in my mind. With each mile I cover, my imagination spirals into darker territories. My children are scared, hurt, taken to a place I can't reach.

Eight years spent safeguarding them, keeping them hidden from the world, from the very woman who once made my childhood a nightmare-Lia, my sister, the architect of my suffering-now threatens to steal away the only good things I've ever created. My hands tremble, and it feels as if my chest is collapsing under the weight of dread. Every instinct within me screams danger, threat, protect, protect, protect. I screech into the school parking lot, and time shatters into fragments.

There's Lia, gripping Orion by the arm, her perfectly manicured fingers digging into his bicep with enough force to leave marks. She's dragging him toward her car-an expensive, black vehicle bought with pack money-while he struggles to break free. His face is ashen, eyes wide with fear he's trying to mask, a brave facade for a seven-year-old. Luna stumbles beside them, silent tears carving paths down her cheeks. That's the worst part-Luna, who feels everything so deeply, likely drowning in her aunt's malice, the chaos of security guards, and Orion's terror.

Phoenix is fighting with every ounce of strength she possesses. She screams, kicks, her small body thrashing against Lia's grip, a whirlwind of defiance. "Let them GO!" I'm out of my car before it even comes to a complete stop, the door swinging wide, the engine still rumbling beneath me. Lia's gaze snaps to mine, and her grip tightens on Orion. Her voice rings out across the parking lot, loud and theatrical enough for the security guards to hear. "These children are Alpha heirs, aren't they?" She's performing for an audience now.

"Pack law dictates that illegitimate powerful bloodlines belong with the pack, not some wolfless disgrace who abandoned her family!" The security guards shift uncomfortably, their uncertainty palpable as they assess the situation, clearly unsure how to intervene in what appears to be a familial dispute. One reaches for his radio, while another inches closer, only to halt as Lia's glare pins him in place. "Mama!" Phoenix's scream slices through the chaos, a desperate plea that sends a jolt through me.

I sprint across the parking lot, and I can see Orion's face turn even paler, Luna's tears spilling faster. My children are being dragged away by the very woman who tormented my childhood, now intent on shattering theirs. Something inside me doesn't merely break-it detonates. The rage that surges through me is primal, an ancient force that defies comprehension. It ignites every cell in my body, and my vision begins to darken at the edges. My skin feels like it's on fire, as if something colossal is clawing its way through my bones.

"GET AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN." The words erupt from my throat, but they're not words-they're a sound that freezes everyone in the parking lot. A primal, inhuman snarl that reverberates with raw fury. Lia's eyes widen in disbelief. "You don't have a-" Pain explodes through my body, a violent wave of agony. Every bone fractures, then reforms. The pain crashes over me in waves, forcing a scream from my lips, but it morphs into something not human. My spine arches, my hands hit the pavement, but they're no longer hands-paws, white-furred and clawed. The world shifts around me.

Colors mute yet sharpen in strange ways. Scents hit me like a physical force-my children's fear, Lia's expensive perfume mingling with her terror, the lingering exhaust from cars-all amplified to overwhelming levels. And through it all, one instinct rises above the agony tearing me apart: Protect my cubs. I'm struggling to comprehend what's happening. I don't fully register the white fur enveloping my body, the four powerful legs beneath me, the cacophony of sounds assaulting my ears, the scents that choke my throat.

All I know is that my babies are in danger, and every instinct demands I eliminate the threat. Now. I lunge at Lia. She screams as my weight sends her crashing to the pavement. In her panic, she releases Orion and Luna, attempting to shield herself, but it's far too late. My jaws close around her throat-not breaking skin yet, merely holding, threatening. The wolf within me demands blood. It demands retribution for daring to threaten my cubs. "Mama, no!" Phoenix's voice cuts through the haze of rage, but it cannot halt my fury.

I taste Lia's fear on my tongue, feel it radiating off her in waves. Good. She should be terrified. She should understand the consequences of threatening what's mine. Lia's screams pierce the air, her hands clawing at my white fur, desperately trying to push me away. The security guards have retreated, their radios forgotten, eyes wide with horror. One of them shouts something, but the words are lost in the chaos. My children are calling for me, their voices frantic, "Mama!" over and over, but I cannot stop, cannot think beyond the rage consuming every rational thought.

My teeth sink deeper into Lia's shoulder. She thrashes, sobbing, begging. "Please-Thalia-stop-" I shake her like prey, and something cracks-bone or cartilage, a sound that is both satisfying and final. Then, two massive wolves burst into the parking lot. One is as dark as midnight-larger than me, exuding raw Alpha dominance from every sinew. The other is a lighter brown, leaner but equally powerful, moving with a predatory grace. They don't attack me.

Instead, they position themselves between me and Lia's crumpled form, forcing me back with an Alpha presence that makes my wolf instinctively want to submit, to acknowledge their dominance. But the rage is stronger than any instinct to submit. Stronger than anything. I snarl at them, hackles raised, warning them away from my kill. Mine. My threat to eliminate. My right as a mother protecting her young. The dark wolf shifts. Bones crack, reforming with sounds that should be sickening but somehow aren't.

Fur recedes, and suddenly Kieran stands before me-naked, breathing heavily, utterly unfazed by his nudity or the blood staining my muzzle, or the way I'm still growling threats. "Thalia." His voice slices through the haze like a blade. "Stop. Look at me." I snarl again, baring my teeth at him. He's standing between me and my vengeance. Between me and ensuring Lia never poses a threat to my children again. "She's not worth it." He takes a step closer, slowly, hands raised in a gesture my wolf interprets as non-threatening. "Your children are watching. They're terrified.

They need you, not this." The mention of my children causes the rage to flicker. Just a little. Just enough. "Look at what you're doing." His voice remains firm, but something softer seeps through. "Lia deserves punishment. But not like this. Not with your babies witnessing their mother transform into a monster." But Lia is still there, still breathing, still a threat to my cubs. The lighter brown wolf inches closer beside Kieran, positioning himself as backup. Together, they form a wall between me and my prey, compelling me to acknowledge their combined Alpha presence.

I remain in wolf form, still snarling, my teeth stained red with Lia's blood. Every instinct screams to finish this, to eliminate the threat permanently so she can never come near my children again. But Kieran's eyes hold mine-storm grey, steady, utterly unafraid despite the monster I've become. "Stop, Thalia. She's not worth losing yourself over. Not worth losing your children's trust. They're safe now. You protected them. It's done." His voice breaks through the fog of rage. Just barely. Just enough. I'm still in wolf form, still snarling, but I'm no longer actively killing.

Conclusion In the aftermath of chaos, clarity begins to seep through the haze of rage that once consumed me. My body trembles with the remnants of fury, but Kieran's steady gaze pulls me back from the precipice of violence. The reality of the moment washes over me like a cold wave, and I can feel the weight of my children's fear pressing against my heart. Their cries pierce through the fog, reminding me of the stakes at play-this isn't just about vengeance; it's about them. I can't allow my sister's malice to dictate the narrative of my children's lives.

I've fought too hard to keep them safe, to shield them from the darkness of our past, and in this moment, I realize that true strength lies not in destruction, but in the protection of those I love. As I begin to shift back, the transformation feels both liberating and grounding. The primal instinct to protect my cubs is still alive within me, but it now melds with a fierce determination to nurture and guide them away from the shadows that haunt our family.

The chapter will explore the delicate balance between her instincts and the love she has for her cubs, setting the stage for a profound internal struggle that could redefine her identity. Moreover, the arrival of Kieran and the other wolves introduces a new dynamic that will challenge Thalia's understanding of her place within the pack and her role as a mother. As she grapples with the consequences of her actions, readers can expect revelations about pack laws, the implications of her transformation, and the ever-looming threat posed by Lia.

With tensions running high, alliances will be tested, and Thalia may need to confront not only her sister but also her own fears about losing her children and the life she has fought so hard to protect. The chapter promises to be a gripping exploration of loyalty, love, and the primal instincts that drive us to protect those we hold dear.