Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 59 Dec 27, 2025 POV: Lysander Caroline walks into my office like she's auditioning for the cover of Forbes. Navy suit so sharp it could cut glass, hair swept up in one of those complicated updos that probably requires engineering degrees to maintain, carrying a leather portfolio that costs more than most people's cars. This is Caroline Montgomery in business mode. And fuck me, it's doing things to my wolf that are deeply inconvenient.

"Okay so I know you said casual meeting but I prepared a full presentation because honestly I can't help myself and my therapist says leaning into my overachiever tendencies is healthier than fighting them." She's setting up her laptop, pulling out bound proposals, organizing the conference table with practiced efficiency. "Also I brought coffee because that matcha place knows my order now and I may have mentioned you and they gave me two for the price of one which felt like fate." "Caroline-" "Right. Business first, beverages second." She takes a breath, and something shifts.

The sunny energy doesn't disappear but gets channeled into laser focus. "So. The Montgomery-Fenris partnership proposal." She clicks to the first slide and I'm immediately impressed despite myself. This isn't some thrown-together pitch deck. This is strategy refined over months, maybe years. Tiered partnership structure with Montgomery Legal providing capital infusion and national client network while Fenris maintains operational control in Colorado. Performance benchmarks determining equity distribution over three years.

"Your firm gets autonomy, we get expansion." She's clicking through financial projections that are frankly stunning. "Win-win without either party losing their identity. Which I know is important to you-the whole Fenris legacy thing." She's done her homework. More than homework-she's dissected our firm's structure, identified growth opportunities I haven't even considered, mapped out succession planning that accounts for pack hierarchy without explicitly naming it. "How did you-" "I'm very good at research." Her smile is pure Elle Woods meets corporate raider.

"Also your company filings are public record and I may have spent several late nights doing very unsexy spreadsheet analysis." She moves to the next section. Dispute resolution mechanisms, exit strategies, even contingency planning for market downturns. Every question I'd ask is already answered. My wolf is paying attention now. Not just to her body-though that's definitely happening-but to the sharp intelligence behind those blue eyes. She's not just pretty and charming. She's brilliant. "The equity split seems aggressive." I point to the numbers.

"Forty percent Montgomery stake after three years?" "Only if we hit all performance benchmarks." She leans over my desk to highlight something, and her scent hits me. Expensive perfume mixed with something uniquely her that makes my teeth ache. "Miss a single benchmark and it drops to thirty. We're betting on our own success. Your risk is minimal." Her hand touches mine when she reaches for the laser pointer. Just a brush, probably accidental. Electricity shoots up my arm anyway. Our eyes meet. Hold too long. She pulls back first, clearing her throat. "So.

Questions?" "What's the rush?" I lean back, studying her face. "You're pushing for signatures within two weeks. That's aggressive for a deal this size." Something flickers across her expression. The sunshine dims just slightly. "My father wants this secured before competitors can interfere." Her voice loses some of its brightness. "He's building his legacy. Wants everything in place before-" She stops. Starts again. "He's not well.

Nothing immediately life-threatening but he's sixty-eight and his heart isn't great and he wants to see this expansion complete while he can still be involved." She's fidgeting with her pen now, that nervous energy she usually channels into cheerful chatter turning inward. "This partnership is his dream. Connecting Montgomery Legal to Fenris, creating something bigger than either firm alone." The vulnerability in her admission makes something in my chest tighten.

I want to pull her into my arms, promise everything will be fine, protect her from whatever's making her eyes go bright with unshed tears. But my business instincts are screaming caution. Rushed deals end badly. Family pressure creates blind spots. And something about this timeline feels wrong. "I need time to review with my team." I keep my voice gentle but firm. "This is smart work, Caroline. Really smart. But I'm not signing anything without due diligence." "Of course." She's gathering materials with quick efficiency, sunshine smile back in place but not quite reaching her eyes.

"Take all the time you need. Well, not ALL the time. Two weeks. But within that, totally your pace." She's at the door when she turns back. "Lysander?" Her hand grips the door frame. "I know this complicates things between us. Professional and personal getting all tangled up." She meets my eyes directly. "But I promise-my feelings for you are completely separate from this deal. I wanted you before I knew about the partnership opportunity. Before my dad even suggested expansion. Just... you.

The guy who tolerates overpriced lattes and doesn't laugh at my color-coding obsession." The words hit harder than they should. "Caroline-" "You don't have to say anything." She's already backing into the hallway. "Just think about it. The deal. Us. All of it. But preferably in that order because mixing business with feelings is how people end up crying in Starbucks bathrooms." Then she's gone, leaving me alone with her proposal and the ghost of her scent. I sit there for twenty minutes just staring at projections that are genuinely brilliant.

She's thought of everything-succession planning, market positioning, even exit strategies that protect both firms. This could transform Fenris Legal. Give us national reach without sacrificing autonomy. Her father's network would open doors I've been trying to kick down for years. But signing means binding my firm to a family of werewolf hunters. Means bringing Robert Montgomery close enough to potentially discover what we are. Means trusting that Caroline's feelings aren't just sophisticated manipulation. My phone buzzes. Claire: How'd the meeting go? I stare at the message.

Then at the door Caroline just walked through. My body wants Caroline with intensity that borders on stupid. But Claire is safe, known, uncomplicated in ways that matter. Except she's not uncomplicated anymore. Not when I spent last weekend avoiding her calls while thinking about Caroline's laugh. I pull up the proposal again, force myself to read with business brain instead of hormones. The numbers are solid. The structure is smart. If this was coming from any other firm, I'd be pushing for signatures. But it's not any other firm. It's Robert Montgomery's legacy.

The man who spends weekends hunting wolves with inherited journals and vintage weapons. My office door opens without warning. Claire, because apparently the universe has decided I don't deserve peace. "Hey, so I know you said no interruptions but-" She stops, seeing the proposal materials spread across my desk. "Is that the Montgomery partnership?" "Yeah." "And?" She moves closer, reading over my shoulder. "Holy shit, Lysander. These numbers are incredible." "They are." "But?" She knows me well enough to hear the hesitation.

"But rushing into deals with families who hunt our kind for sport seems monumentally stupid." I close the laptop. "Even when the daughter makes really good presentations." Claire's jaw tightens. "The daughter. Right. Caroline Montgomery, who definitely doesn't know you're a wolf and definitely isn't using this partnership as cover for her family business." "You don't know that." "Neither do you." She crosses her arms. "But you're considering it anyway because she's pretty and charming and makes you feel things I apparently don't." The accusation hangs between us.

"This isn't about us," I say carefully. "Everything's about us." Her voice climbs. "You've been different since she showed up. Distracted, distant, choosing coffee meetings over actual dates. And now she's offering you this perfect partnership wrapped in a bow and you're actually considering it." "Because it's good business." "It's terrible business if her father figures out what you are and decides to add Fenris wolves to his trophy collection." She's pacing now, agitated. "But you can't see that because you're thinking with your dick instead of your brain." "Claire-" "No.

I'm done." She heads for the door, stops with her hand on the handle. "Sign the deal, don't sign it. I don't care anymore. But don't pretend this is about business when we both know it's about her." She leaves. I'm alone with Caroline's proposal and the smoking ruins of whatever Claire and I were building. My phone buzzes again. Caroline: Thanks for hearing me out today. I know it's complicated. But I think we could build something amazing together. Professionally speaking. Though maybe not just professionally.

I stare at the message, torn between what my head knows is smart and what my body wants every time she's near. Two weeks to decide if I'm building a partnership or walking into a trap. No pressure. Archer