Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Her Last Recorded Message by Caleb Stone 7 Summary In Chapter 7 of "Her Last Recorded Message," the protagonist, Thalia, grapples with the overwhelming weight of her past and present. Three weeks into a high-pressure case, she feels her sanity slipping away as she navigates an office filled with reminders of her children, who resemble their father. The relentless demands of the Silverton case intensify her anxiety, especially with Kieran, her former lover, sitting dangerously close during depositions.

Their proximity becomes a source of psychological torment as he subtly manipulates their interactions, making her feel both threatened and drawn to him. As tensions rise during late-night strategy sessions, Kieran confronts Thalia about her past, probing into her life after she left him eight years ago. His questions are loaded with unspoken emotions, revealing a mix of regret and unresolved desire. Thalia's defensive reactions highlight her struggle to maintain control over her feelings while wrestling with the memories of their passionate but tumultuous relationship.

Their exchanges are charged with both anger and longing, as Kieran's presence ignites a deep-seated craving within her, despite her attempts to push him away. The confrontation escalates, revealing the pain both characters have endured since their separation. Kieran's confession about searching for Thalia every day for eight years unveils the depth of his feelings, while Thalia's bitterness reflects her hurt and sense of betrayal.

Their dialogue is a dance of vulnerability and defiance, with Thalia asserting her independence even as she grapples with the emotional turmoil he brings into her life. The chapter culminates in a tense standoff, where Kieran asserts his determination to uncover Thalia's secrets, leaving her feeling trapped and conflicted. As Thalia leaves the office, the weight of Kieran's declarations lingers in her mind, igniting a mix of fear and exhilaration. She realizes that despite her efforts to move on, the bond they share remains potent and dangerous.

The chapter closes with Thalia feeling both empowered and vulnerable, knowing that her past with Kieran is far from over. She resolves to survive the challenges ahead, but the emotional scars from their relationship threaten to complicate her path, leaving her feeling irrevocably entangled in a web of desire and danger. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Her Last Recorded Message by Caleb Stone** **Chapter 7** **Nov 13, 2025** Three weeks of this madness, and I can feel my sanity slipping through my fingers like sand.

Nights stretch on in these glass-walled offices, where every reflective surface seems to amplify my spiraling paranoia. I'm forced to wear a mask of professionalism, pretending that the weight of three children-each bearing the unmistakable features of their father-doesn't crush me every time I step out of this sterile environment. I'm caught in a relentless tug-of-war between my responsibilities and the unraveling threads of my self-control, which are slowly fraying with each passing day. The Silverton case has morphed into my personal hell.

It demands constant communication, and I can't shake the feeling that this is a calculated move aimed at my destruction. Depositions become a form of psychological torture, with Kieran sitting uncomfortably close. His thigh presses against mine beneath the conference table for three interminable hours. His hand drifts down to his leg, fingers drumming a maddening rhythm mere inches from where I'm clenching my thighs together, discussing liability clauses as if he isn't actively threatening to crumble my carefully built facade.

Then there are the strategy sessions, where Lysander arrives clad only in a dress shirt. He leans casually against my desk, reviewing documents with a nonchalance that stirs memories I'd rather forget. The pulse point at his neck is tantalizingly visible, reminding me of the taste I can't seem to shake. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing forearms I remember gripping during moments of passion, my nails digging in as he... Stop. Don't go there. They're weaponizing proximity, using casual touches that appear innocent to an outsider but are anything but.

A hand on my lower back, guiding me through doors. Fingers brushing against mine as we exchange documents. Standing just close enough that I'm enveloped in a cloud of cedar-and-smoke or pine-and-rain. It's a slow death by a thousand professional interactions. "You're distracted." Kieran's voice slices through my chaotic thoughts. Another late night, the office is nearly empty save for the two of us. This has become a pattern I can't afford to fall into.

"The Hartley deposition is tomorrow." He studies me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle, as if he can read the turmoil I'm trying to conceal. "You've read that page three times." I don't respond, keeping my gaze fixed on the liability clauses as if they hold the key to my sanity, rather than acknowledging that this room feels far too small for the tension crackling between us. "You've done well for yourself." His tone is casual, but there's an underlying tension that I can't ignore. "Law degree. Impressive case history.

Built a whole new life." He sets his pen down, the click reverberating too loudly in the silence. "Where did you go, Thalia? After that night? Really." The question detonates in the air between us, heavy with unspoken implications. "Away." I keep my voice flat, eyes glued to the contract as if it could shield me from the weight of his gaze. "Just... away?" He studies me like I'm a complex puzzle he's determined to solve. "Eight years. No contact with the pack or your family. No trace." I force myself to meet his eyes, the intensity of his scrutiny making my heart race.

"There was nothing left for me there." My smile is sharp enough to cut glass. "You made sure of that." Something flickers in his expression-regret, perhaps. Guilt, maybe. "That's not-" "Fair? True?" I let out a brittle laugh, the sound harsh in the quiet room. "Why do you even care? I was nothing to you." Less than nothing, really. Just the wolfless girl who provided some fleeting amusement during her heat. He inches closer, invading my personal space without touching me, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. The scent of cedar and smoke envelops me, scrambling my thoughts.

"You know that's not true." His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. "That night..." "Don't." I stand abruptly, but he mirrors my movement, maintaining that lethal proximity. "Don't you dare romanticize it now." My heart is pounding, desperate to escape my ribcage, but I manage to keep my voice steady. "You slept with the wolfless girl during her heat. You and your brother. Then you went right back to your perfect life." I let the words fall like heavy blows. "Engaged two months later.

Had your perfect pack princess while I-" I catch myself, almost revealing too much, and his eyes sharpen with curiosity. "While you what?" He backs me against the table, his arms bracing on either side, caging me in with his strength and warmth, that intoxicating scent threatening to obliterate my defenses. "What happened after you ran?" The possessive edge in his voice sends a shiver down my spine, a mixture of anger and something I hate to admit I crave.

"Who helped you disappear so completely that even the pack trackers couldn't find you?" He leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin as I struggle to find my voice. "What happened out there, Thalia? Who helped you?" His tone shifts to something gravelly, laced with concern. "Who hurt you?" "You don't get to ask that." My hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles turning white. "You don't get to play the protective Alpha male now.

Eight years is far too late for that." I watch as his control begins to crack, the polished CEO facade splintering, revealing something raw and desperate beneath. "Do you know what that night did to me?" His voice is rough, stripped of pretense. "What your leaving did?" His hand finds the back of my neck, the touch igniting a spark that sends electricity cascading down my spine. I loathe my body for responding to him. "I looked for you." The confession spills from him, strained and raw. "Every. Fucking. Day. For eight years." His other hand rises, fully enclosing me now. "I couldn't eat.

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't function. And Lia..." He closes his eyes briefly, as if the memory is too painful. "Christ, I couldn't even look at her without seeing your face. When she announced our engagement, when she kissed me in front of the whole pack-" "Good." The word escapes me, sharp and vindictive. "I hope it destroyed you. I hope it ate you alive from the inside out." His eyes snap open, something dark and desperate igniting within them. "It did." He leans in closer, his breath ghosting against my ear.

"It still does." His lips hover near my neck, every word vibrating through me, igniting a deep-seated longing. "Seeing you here every day. Smelling your scent. Being close enough to touch but knowing you hate me..." He inhales deeply, savoring my presence. "Do you know what torture that is? Wanting something you destroyed?" My body trembles, caught in a tempest of desire and rage, between the girl who once loved him and the woman who has fought to survive. "Then stop." My voice is barely a whisper, laced with desperation. "Let me transfer to another team." Please.

"Let me go." A knock interrupts the charged atmosphere. His assistant's voice filters through the door: "Mr. Fenris, your 9 PM is here-" "Cancel it." He doesn't break eye contact, his gaze holding me captive. "Cancel everything tonight." I can hear her footsteps retreating quickly. Smart woman. The silence that follows feels like standing on the precipice of a cliff. One misstep, and we both plummet. "This isn't over." He finally steps back, but his gaze remains locked on mine, a predator sizing up its prey. "Whatever you're hiding.

Whatever happened during those eight years." His jaw tightens. "I'll find out." He strides back to his desk, his voice dropping to a commanding tone that sends shivers down my spine, making my knees weak while simultaneously igniting my pride. "And Thalia? Don't even think about running again." His eyes blaze with a possessive ferocity, primal and dangerous. "You're mine..." He catches himself, jaw clenching so tightly I can see the muscle twitch. "My employee. Under contract." The words come out cold and calculated.

"And I don't let go of what's mine." I force my legs to move, walking toward the door with steps that cost me everything. "I'm nobody's." I say it without glancing back. "Not anymore." I reach the elevator just before my legs give out, leaning against the wall as the doors close, his scent fading enough that I can finally breathe. My phone buzzes, a text from Rosalie: "Phoenix had another incident at school. We need to talk." Perfect. As if my life wasn't already a dumpster fire, now my seven-year-old is developing uncontrollable Alpha powers in front of humans.

I gather myself, straightening my suit and fixing my probably-smudged mascara. I become the woman who survives impossible situations. The elevator doors open to the parking garage. I walk to my car, climb in, and lock the doors. Then I let myself shake. I allow the weight of his confession to settle in: I looked for you. Every fucking day. My hands grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. Three weeks down. God knows how many more to survive. And Kieran Fenris has just declared he's not letting me go this time.

The broken girl inside me-the one who never healed, who still remembers the gentleness of his touch-is elated. The woman I've become knows that this is the most dangerous thing of all. I'm utterly, irrevocably fucked. Conclusion As Thalia drives away from the chaos of the office, the weight of Kieran's words lingers in the air, heavy with the promise of unresolved emotions and unhealed scars.

The dichotomy of her existence plays out in her mind-the broken girl who once loved him, yearning for the warmth of his touch, and the woman who has fought tooth and nail to carve out a semblance of control in a world that has continually tried to strip it away. His declaration-that he looked for her every day-echoes in her thoughts, a haunting reminder that the past is not as easily escaped as she had hoped. The adrenaline coursing through her veins is a mix of fear and longing, and as she grips the steering wheel, she realizes that the battle within her has only just begun.

In this moment of vulnerability, she understands the stakes have risen higher than ever. Kieran's possessive claim, layered beneath the guise of professionalism, threatens to unravel everything she has built since fleeing the pack. The emotional arc of her journey crescendos into a tumultuous realization: she is not just fighting for her independence but also grappling with the remnants of a love that she thought was buried. With every mile that separates her from him, she knows she is caught in a web of desire and danger, where the lines between survival and surrender blur.

With the weight of her past crashing down on her and the simmering tension between her and Kieran reaching a boiling point, readers can anticipate a confrontation that will force Thalia to confront not only her feelings for Kieran but also the demons of her past. The fragile facade she has built around herself is on the verge of shattering, and the question looms: will she allow herself to be vulnerable, or will she retreat further into her carefully constructed walls?

Moreover, with the added complication of her son Phoenix's emerging Alpha powers, Thalia's already chaotic life is about to spiral even further. The looming threat of exposure and the potential fallout from her past choices will create a whirlwind of emotion and action. Expect unexpected alliances, heart-wrenching revelations, and a deeper exploration of the bond between Thalia and Kieran, as they navigate the treacherous waters of their shared history. Will Thalia finally uncover the truth behind her disappearance, or will her attempts to protect her children lead her down a darker path?

As the chapter unfolds, the tension will crackle in the air, and readers will be left breathless, wondering if Thalia will find the strength to reclaim her life or if the ghosts of her past will consume her entirely. The dance of desire and danger promises to keep readers on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating what twists and turns await in Thalia's tumultuous journey.