Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 39 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Lysander My wolf is now fully invested in this interaction. Tail wagging. Ready to follow this woman home like some kind of supernatural stalker. This is fine. Everything is fine. You are not having a mate bond crisis in the organic produce section. "Are you okay?" Luna appears at my side, ever the polite one. "He is usually more careful." "I'm perfect!" The woman beams at Luna. "Completely my fault. I should've been watching where I was going instead of reviewing discovery motions." She pauses.

"Which probably sounds super boring but I promise it's actually really interesting when you're trying to prove someone's liable for-you know what, I'm rambling. I do that when I'm nervous." "Why are you nervous?" Orion asks with typical nine-year-old bluntness. "You're the one who crashed into him." "Because he's really attractive and I just attacked him with organic produce!" She claps her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god. Did I just say that out loud? I definitely just said that out loud." Her cheeks flush pink to match her sweater and my brain completely short-circuits.

"I'm Phoenix!" Phoenix shoves herself forward, grinning like Christmas came early. "Are those Louboutins?" The woman looks down at her shoes. "They are! You have a good eye." "My mom says spending that much on shoes is ridiculous but I think they're pretty." Phoenix grins wider. "You look like a princess. Like if Barbie went to court." "Phoenix," I warn, but the woman is laughing. "That's literally what my law school classmates used to say! Except less nice." She's collecting her scattered groceries with Phoenix's enthusiastic help. "I'm Caroline, by the way. Caroline Montgomery." Caroline.

Of course her name is Caroline. Probably comes from old money and went to law school because she wanted to prove she was more than just a pretty face. "I'm Lysander. And these are Phoenix, Luna, and Orion." "Nice to meet you all! Even though I literally assaulted Lysander with overpriced groceries." She straightens up, arms full of recovered items, and our eyes meet again. That spark is still there. Stronger now. More insistent. My wolf is practically pawing at my ribcage. Not in the desperate, consuming way it responded to Thalia. Something different. Brighter.

Like the difference between a forest fire and actual sunlight. "So you're a lawyer?" I manage, because my brain has apparently decided small talk is the best way to handle whatever crisis is currently happening in my chest. "Yep! Just started at my father's company Montgomery & Associates three months ago." Her smile is proud. "Family law, mostly. Divorces, custody battles, the fun stuff." She pauses. "That sounded sarcastic but I actually do think it's fun.

Helping people through the worst time of their lives is kind of amazing when you get it right." "That's a really nice thing to do," Luna says softly. "Thank you!" Caroline beams at her. "I like to think so. Even if my parents were horrified when I didn't go into corporate law like a proper Montgomery." There it is. Old money. Called it. "I should-" She gestures vaguely toward checkout. "Let you get back to shopping. And maybe invest in a cart like a normal person." "Probably wise." My voice sounds mostly normal. My internal panic does not feel normal. She starts to leave, then pauses.

Turns back. "This is probably super forward and weird but-do you live around here? Because I just moved to the building on Fifth and I literally don't know anyone and you seem nice and also your kids are adorable and-" "They're not my kids," I interrupt. "I'm their uncle." "Oh!" Her smile doesn't dim. "Well, you're still nice. And they're still adorable. So." She digs through her purse-designer, obviously-and pulls out a business card. "If you ever want to grab coffee or something. As neighbors. I make friends aggressively. It's kind of my thing." I take the card. It's pink.

Because of course it is. Caroline Montgomery, Esq.-Family Law Attorney with a phone number and email beneath it. "Family law," I repeat, because apparently I've forgotten how conversations work. "Yep! Helping people divorce each other since 2023." She grins. "It's exactly as emotionally devastating and legally fascinating as it sounds." "Sounds perfect for you," I say, and immediately regret it because that came out way more sincere than intended. But she just beams. "Right?! That's what I keep telling people! My family thinks I'm crazy but whatever, I love it." She backs away, bags swinging.

"Okay, I'm leaving for real now. Before I crash into you again. Or anyone else. Goodbye, Lysander! Goodbye, adorable children who are not his children!" She disappears around the corner like a pink cashmere tornado, leaving behind the faint scent of expensive perfume and my complete mental breakdown. I'm left standing there holding her business card, with three kids staring at me like I've grown a second head. "Lys?" Luna's voice is careful. "Your feelings just did something weird." "What kind of weird?" "Like... sparkly weird.

Like when Mom talks about meeting Dad the first time." My stomach does this complicated thing where it tries to escape through my throat. Phoenix grins. "Did you just fall in love in the GROCERY STORE with a lady who dresses like Barbie but is actually a LAWYER as you are? That's the coolest thing ever!" "I didn't-that's not-" I shove the card in my pocket. "We literally just collided. That's not falling in love." "But you looked at her funny," Orion observes. "Your pupils dilated approximately forty percent. That's a biological indicator of attraction." "You're nine.

Stop analyzing my pupils." "I'm just reporting empirical data." Luna's still watching me with those too-knowing eyes. "She made you feel different. Not gray-sad. Something bright." I grab my basket, suddenly desperate to get out of this store and away from whatever just happened. "We need to finish shopping. Your flight leaves in two hours." But as we head toward checkout, my wolf is still alert. Still interested. Still paying attention in a way it hasn't in two years. The bond-my bond, not Kieran's, not anyone else's-just noticed someone.

And she's apparently a family law attorney who wears Louboutins to the grocery store and reads discovery briefs while walking. I'm so completely fucked. me exactly nothing except delayed inevitability. I know they're coming for me. Know Lysander told Kieran everything about those emergency contact forms, about the three children I've been hiding. Thursday morning, I walk into the office because hiding makes me look guilty. Also because rent doesn't pay itself and I have three kids who eat constantly. Kieran's waiting at my desk.

One look at his face and I know this conversation is happening now, whether I want it or not. His expression is controlled-that CEO mask he wears in board meetings-but his eyes are pure fury barely leashed. "My office." Two words. Not a request. "I have a deposition at nine-" "Now." The elevator ride up feels like a death march. I keep my spine straight, eyes forward, refusing to let him see my hands shaking. He's standing too close, taking up too much space, and I can feel the anger radiating off him in waves. The second his office door closes, he explodes.

"Lysander told me about the emergency contact forms." His voice is low, controlled, absolutely lethal. "Three children. Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I stay silent. Anything I say right now will be used against me. Before I can formulate a defense, Lysander walks in. Of course. They coordinated this ambush, cornered me between them. Kieran slides a printed copy of the forms across his desk. My own handwriting stares back at me: Orion, Luna, and Phoenix Blackwood. "Born March 15th." His finger taps the date with deliberate precision. "Seven years and six months ago." My throat goes dry.

Lysander picks up the thread, voice quiet but intense. "We spent that night with you in early July, eight years ago." He moves closer and I force myself not to back away. "You disappeared two months later in September. Right after my brother's engagement was announced." Kieran's eyes bore into mine. "March birth means June conception." Each word lands with prosecutorial weight. "You were already pregnant when you ran." The math is irrefutable. Laid out for me in black and white, no room for lies or deflection.

I feel the walls closing in, the trap I've been running from for eight years finally springing shut. "That doesn't mean-" I start, but Kieran cuts me off. "Three children. Triplets from one heat." His voice goes rough, something raw bleeding through the control. "From two Alphas. Those kids are ours, Thalia. Mine or his." I try to deflect, desperate. "You're making assumptions. I could have been with someone else-" "Don't insult us both." Lysander's closer now, close enough I can smell wild pine and rain. "You were nineteen, wolfless, terrified of your own shadow.

You weren't sleeping around." He pauses, lets that truth settle. "That night was your first heat. Your first time. And you got pregnant." Kieran's barely holding himself together. "I want names. Ages. Everything about them." His hands flatten on the desk. "And then I want a DNA test." The demand makes my blood run cold. Every protective instinct I have roars to life. Lysander adds, gentler but just as firm: "We have a right to know which of us is their father. To be part of their lives." His expression almost pleads. "You can't keep them from us now that we know." They're not asking.

They're telling me how this is going to go, treating this negotiation as already won. I'm backed into a corner, panic rising in my throat. But panic made me run eight years ago. Panic made me survive. My voice comes out cold, steady, laced with the threat I've kept in reserve for exactly this moment. "If either of you tries to force a DNA test, if you make any legal moves to establish paternity, if you so much as hire an investigator to find out where I live-" I let the silence stretch, watching their faces. "I disappear with them. Forever.

And this time, you'll never find us." Both brothers freeze. The threat lands because they know I'm capable. I've done it once already, vanished so completely even pack trackers with supernatural senses couldn't find me. Kieran's face does something complicated-pain and fury and something that looks suspiciously close to fear. "You'd take them away? Keep us from our own children?" "To protect them from you? From the pack? From what you'd turn them into?" My voice doesn't waver even though my hands are shaking.

"Absolutely." Lysander's expression cracks, something raw and desperate showing through. "We're not trying to take them from you. We just want-" "What? To claim them? Make them pack heirs? Use them for bloodline politics?" I laugh and it comes out bitter, sharp. "I've seen what this pack does to powerful children. I won't let that happen to mine." The silence that follows is suffocating. I watch Kieran's jaw clench, watch him fight some internal battle I can only guess at. Finally he forces out words that clearly cost him everything: "Fine.

No test." Lysander's head whips toward his brother in shock. "You're serious?" Then to me: "You'd rather we never know?" "I'd rather my children stay safe," I say flatly. "One of you is their father. One of you is their uncle. You can both be in their lives or neither of you can." I meet their eyes. "Your choice." Kieran's jaw clenches so hard I can see the muscle jump. Agreeing is killing him-I can see it in every line of his body. But he nods. Lysander agrees too, though his acceptance comes easier.

Maybe he's relieved to avoid the answer, to preserve the possibility of fatherhood without the certainty. "We want to meet them." Kieran's voice drops to Alpha command. Not a request. Never a request with him. I set brutal conditions: slow integration on my schedule, they stay in their designated lanes or I'm gone. "And if either of you ever tries to take them from me, use pack law against me, claim parental rights-" I leave the threat hanging. Crystal clear. Kieran moves into my space before I can step back.

Close enough I can smell cedar and smoke, close enough I have to tilt my head to meet his eyes. "We're not your enemy." His voice drops lower, intimate and dangerous. "Not anymore." His hand comes up, stops just short of touching my face. "But make no mistake, Thalia-I'm not letting you run again. From me or from this." The possession in his tone should terrify me. Should make me bolt for the door and start packing. Instead my stomach does this stupid flip that has no place in a professional confrontation about custody rights.

Instead my traitorous body leans toward him-just a fraction, just enough to prove I'm losing this war with myself. He notices. Of course he notices. And the way his eyes darken tells me everything I need to know about how dangerous the next few weeks are going to be. Archer