Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 35 Dec 26, 2025 POV: Thalia The conference room smells like polished wood and fear. Also coffee that's been sitting too long, which somehow makes everything worse. Rosalie sits at the head of the table looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. Magnus occupies the chair to her right with that hooded-eye expression that means he's already decided this is beneath him. Senior teachers line the walls like a firing squad. Pack elders fill the remaining seats, arms crossed, faces ranging from concerned to actively hostile. Kieran stands behind my chair. Silent. Solid.

A wall of Alpha presence that should make me feel supported but mostly just makes me aware of how alone I am in this. I don't bother with pleasantries. "Our children are being bullied." The words land like a grenade in church. Several teachers shift. An elder clears his throat. Magnus's expression doesn't change at all, which is somehow more insulting than if he'd rolled his eyes. "This is a failure," I continue, voice level but edged with something that makes the weaker wolves lean back.

"Of supervision, culture and protecting cubs who should be safe in their own pack school." Rosalie's face does something complicated. "Thalia, I had no idea-" "I'm not blaming you specifically." Though I kind of am. "I'm stating fact. My children-Alpha heirs-have been called freaks for weeks, called unnatural and had their abilities mocked as genetic accidents." My hands flatten on the table. "In a school I built and a pack I reformed. Under systems I implemented specifically to prevent this exact thing." The irony tastes like battery acid.

"I'm proposing immediate action," I say, pulling up the document I spent all night preparing. "Stricter behavioral guidelines, mandatory anti-bullying intervention for any reported incident and emotional-regulation workshops for all cubs." "All cubs?" Mrs. Chen, the literature teacher, looks genuinely confused. "Even the ones who haven't shown any issues?" "Prevention is cheaper than cure." I meet her eyes. "Every child learns what's acceptable and understands the consequences. No exceptions based on rank or bloodline." Magnus makes a sound that's not quite a scoff but close enough to count.

"You want to punish cubs who've done nothing wrong." "I want to educate them before they do." My voice stays calm through sheer force of will. "Novel concept, I know." Someone in the back actually laughs. Cuts off when Magnus turns that dead-eyed stare on them. Before anyone can respond, Mr. Halverson stands. He's the grizzled werewolf instructor who trains young wolves in emotional control, looks like he's been doing it since the Bronze Age, and has the personality of a particularly aggressive cactus. "I have seen no bullying," he says flatly.

"I supervise cubs daily during their regulation training. They tease and posture. It is normal pack dynamics." My wolf snarls under my skin. "Normal pack dynamics that make my children feel unsafe." "Children who are more powerful than their peers." Halverson's expression doesn't shift. "Perhaps the issue is not the teasing but their inability to handle normal social friction. Perhaps coddling them with intervention programs teaches weakness rather than resilience." The temperature in the room drops about fifteen degrees. Several people look like they're reconsidering their life choices.

Smart wolves. "Are you suggesting," I say very carefully, "that my cubs should just toughen up and take it?" "I am suggesting that discipline over everything will stunt them." He crosses his arms, completely unbothered by the fury radiating off me. "Wolf cubs need to establish hierarchy. Learn to handle conflict and build thick skin. Your proposals would turn them into fragile human children who crumble at the first challenge." Magnus nods. Actually fucking nods like this makes perfect sense.

"We do not punish an entire school for isolated incidents," he says with that Alpha authority that makes everyone else shut up and listen. "We identify the specific cubs involved. Work with them individually and address root causes rather than implementing blanket policies that treat every child as a potential bully." I feel the room shift. Teachers nodding. Elders murmuring agreement. The political tide turning against me with depressing speed. My eyes find Kieran. Standing there behind my chair, expression absolutely unreadable. Not backing me up. Not contradicting his father. Just...

silent. The mate bond pulls tight between us. I feel his presence but not his support, his awareness but not his voice. He's choosing silence over defending our cubs. The realization cuts deeper than any opposition from Magnus or Halverson. We talked about this last night-united front, Luna and Alpha, absolutely terrifying together. Apparently that was just talk. When it actually matters, when his father pushes back, Kieran folds like cheap furniture. "Fine." My voice comes out colder than I intend. "We'll do it your way.

For now." I stand because sitting feels like submission and I'm done submitting to anything today. "All teachers will discreetly observe interactions over the next week. Any suspicious behavior-any teasing that crosses lines, any targeting of specific cubs, any incidents that could escalate-gets reported directly to me." I look at Halverson. "Not through proper channels. Not through pack hierarchy. Directly. To. Me." Halverson's jaw tightens but he doesn't argue. Smart man.

"If I receive reports that confirm what my children experienced," I continue, voice dropping to something that makes several wolves show throat, "we will reconvene. And we will implement every single measure I proposed today. Plus additional consequences for those who failed to identify the problem earlier." Magnus's eyes narrow. "I think you're overdoing it, Luna." "That's all." I grab my tablet, documents, the shreds of my professional composure.

"Meeting adjourned." I walk out before anyone can respond and I say something I can't take back, before my wolf surfaces enough to do something regrettable. The hallway is empty. Quiet except for my footsteps and the sound of the conference room door closing behind me with Kieran still inside. He didn't follow me out and didn't back me up when it mattered. Just stood there like decoration while his father and the old guard dismissed my concerns as overreaction. The mate bond aches between us. Not broken but strained. Pulled tight enough to hurt. My phone buzzes.

Text from Rosalie: I'll watch them like a hawk. Every teacher will too. We'll find who's responsible. I type back: Thank you. Another text comes through. This one from Kieran: We need to talk. I stare at the words. Three simple words that feel like a chasm opening. My fury isn't ending. It's just beginning. Because protecting my cubs from bullies is one thing. But protecting them from a pack that doesn't think their pain matters? And a system that values "normal pack dynamics" over actual safety? Also a mate who chooses his father's approval over our children's wellbeing?

That's a whole different war. And I'm just getting started. Archer