Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 87 Dec 25, 2025 POV: Lysander My phone lights up at with Caroline's name flashing across the screen. I grab it before the vibration wakes anyone else in the house-Thalia and the kids crashed in guest rooms, Kieran's somewhere pretending to sleep. "Hello?" My voice comes out rough with interrupted sleep. "We need to talk." Caroline's voice is tight, controlled in ways that set every nerve ending on alert. "In person. Alone." I'm already sitting up, brain shifting from sleep-fog to tactical assessment.

"What's wrong?" "Not over the phone." Background noise suggests she's in a car, driving fast judging by the engine sounds. "There's a diner off Highway 36, halfway between the pack lands and Denver. Neutral territory. Meet me there in ninety minutes." "Caroline-" "Please." The word cracks. "I need you to trust me on this." The line goes dead before I can respond. I'm pulling on jeans and grabbing keys before conscious thought catches up. There's too much happening-the pack needs me present, needs their Alpha to be available when crisis hits.

But something in Caroline's voice makes staying impossible. Kieran's leaning against the hallway wall when I emerge. Arms crossed, expression carefully neutral in ways that mean he's been standing there listening. "Where?" Not an accusation. Just a question from someone who's had to ask it too many times recently. "Caroline. Something's wrong." I pocket my keys, keep my voice low so we don't wake anyone. "She won't say what over the phone." "Of course she won't." His jaw clenches.

"Because that's not suspicious at all." "She's not-" "Everyone's the enemy until proven otherwise." He cuts me off with Alpha certainty that's currently running on fumes and bitterness. "You taught me that, remember? Back when we were still learning pack politics and Dad was drilling paranoia into our skulls?" The reminder lands hard. I did teach him that, years ago when we were younger and stupider and convinced the world was simpler than it turned out to be. "She's not the enemy." I say it with more conviction than the situation probably warrants.

"Then what is she?" Kieran pushes off the wall, moves into my space with the kind of intensity that used to come with Alpha presence and now just feels desperate. "Because from where I'm standing, she's the daughter of a hunter who's been systematically attacking our pack. That makes her something, Lysander. Question is what." My wolf bristles at the implication. The bond-that faint pull I've been ignoring for weeks-flares with protective instinct that's becoming harder to dismiss. "Be careful." Kieran's voice drops, goes rough. "Trust isn't our friend right now.

Not with her, not with anyone. We're at war and you're meeting the enemy's daughter alone." "She asked me to trust her." "They always do." He steps back, expression shifting to something that looks suspiciously like concern beneath the cynicism. "Just-be smart about this. And keep your phone on." The drive takes eighty-seven minutes because apparently I've adopted Caroline's lead-foot approach to highway speeds.

The diner materializes out of pre-dawn darkness-one of those 24-hour establishments that caters to truckers and insomniacs, fluorescent lighting too bright, security cameras visible on every corner. Exactly the kind of place hunters wouldn't be caught dead in. Too public, too many witnesses, too many ways to get caught on film doing something questionable. Smart. Caroline's sitting in a back booth when I walk in.

She looks like she hasn't slept in days-hair escaping from a messy bun, makeup smudged under her eyes, wearing yoga pants and a hoodie that screams "I grabbed the first clothes I found." The expensive put-together veneer completely abandoned in favor of raw exhaustion. "You came." Relief floods her expression when she spots me. "You called." I slide into the booth across from her, flag down a waitress who looks equally exhausted. "Coffee. Two cups. Keep them coming." Caroline waits until the waitress disappears before she starts talking.

Words tumbling out fast and desperate, the usual bubbly energy replaced with something harder. "My father's company is being systematically dismantled." No preamble, no easing into it. "Someone on the inside has been feeding information to competitors, sabotaging contracts, destroying partnerships that took decades to build. The board's in chaos, investors are pulling out, and Dad's so busy fighting fires he hasn't noticed the pattern." My tactical brain kicks into overdrive.

"What pattern?" "Every attack targets operations connected to the pack." She pulls out her tablet, swipes through documents that make my stomach drop. "The Denver real estate deal that fell through last month? That property backs onto your territory. The manufacturing contract that got cancelled? Supplier for your corporate building's security systems. The merger that collapsed last week? Would have given us-them-access to surveillance technology currently protecting pack lands." The implications crystallize with awful clarity.

"They're isolating us." "They're preparing for something bigger." Caroline's voice shakes. "Financial attacks are just distraction, making everyone think it's corporate warfare while the real threat builds underneath." The coffee arrives. I don't touch it, too focused on the tablet she's turning toward me, on the interconnected web of corporate sabotage designed to weaken pack infrastructure without anyone noticing. "Who's running it?" The question comes out colder than I intend. "I don't know.

Someone with access to both company records and pack intelligence." Her hands tremble around her coffee cup. "Someone who knows exactly where we're vulnerable and how to exploit it." The "we" doesn't escape my notice. She's including herself in pack vulnerability, speaking like she's already chosen sides in a war her father's company helped start. I reach across the table before thinking it through. Take her hand-the gesture automatic, instinctive. "Breathe." She does.

Chest rising and falling with deliberate effort, fingers lacing with mine with desperation that makes something in my chest go tight. That's when the bond flares. Not the faint pull I've been ignoring. This is undeniable certainty flooding my system-recognition, mate, mine compressed into sensation that makes my wolf surge with possessive satisfaction. She feels it too. I know because her eyes go wide, her breath catching in a way that has nothing to do with panic and everything to do with supernatural recognition hitting her human consciousness.

"What was that?" Her voice comes out barely a whisper. "Later." I force myself to focus past the bond screaming at me. "Right now, tell me everything. No detail too small. Start from the beginning." She talks for twenty minutes straight. Lays out corporate espionage with the kind of detailed precision that proves she's not just bubbly personality and designer clothes. Her legal mind dissects the attacks with surgical accuracy, connecting dots I wouldn't have seen, identifying patterns that take genuine intelligence to recognize. This is who she actually is beneath the Elle Woods performance.

Sharp, strategic, ruthless when necessary. Exactly the kind of person an Alpha heir would choose as mate if the bond wasn't making the decision for him. "You're risking everything to tell me this." The realization hits somewhere around minute fifteen. "Your father would consider this betrayal. Your company, your inheritance, your whole life built on that world-and you're choosing to warn us instead." "I'm choosing you." She says it simply, like it's obvious. "They're wrong about your pack. About what you are, what you represent.

I've seen enough to know that monsters aren't defined by supernatural abilities." Her hand tightens around mine. "Besides, you think I'm going to let some inside traitor destroy what you've built? Please. I've watched you hold that pack together through crisis after crisis. You deserve better than sabotage and corporate warfare." The bond hums approval. My wolf wants to drag her across the table and claim her properly, wants to mark and mate and make it absolutely clear to everyone that she's ours.

I settle for bringing her hand to my mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles that makes her breath catch. "That kind of courage deserves something more than what I've been giving you." "What have you been giving me?" Her voice is soft, curious. "Casual attraction. Heat-of-the-moment connection." I meet her eyes over our joined hands. "When what you actually deserve is-" "Everything?" She finishes, hint of a smile breaking through exhaustion. "Because that would be nice. I'm kind of an everything girl." The waitress refills our coffee.

We break contact long enough to let her work, then Caroline's hand finds mine again like she can't stand the absence. An hour later, she's walked me through every attack, every connection, every piece of corporate sabotage designed to isolate and weaken us. The sun's starting to rise by the time we finally stand to leave. Caroline grabs my arm as we reach the parking lot. "Wait. There's something else." The fear in her voice makes my spine straighten. "What?" "They're planning something big." She's gripping my jacket now, knuckles white. "Financial attacks are just distraction.

The real threat is-" She stops, eyes going wide with realization. "Oh god. Your company building. The main Fenris building." My blood runs cold. "What about it?" "They're planning something with the main building." Words tumbling out faster now, urgent and terrified. "I overheard part of a call-Dad was talking to someone about infrastructure and timing and I didn't understand then but now-" "What kind of something?" I grip her shoulders, force her to focus. "Caroline, what are they planning?" "I don't know." Her voice cracks. "But whatever it is, it's soon. Days, maybe hours.

Something that targets the building itself." The implications detonate through my tactical brain. The main Fenris building houses our corporate headquarters, our legal teams, every record and resource that keeps both pack and company functioning. If they take out that infrastructure- Caroline kisses me. Desperate and terrified, her hands fisting in my jacket with strength that surprises me. When she pulls back, she presses her forehead to mine. "Don't let them destroy what you've built." The whisper is fierce. "Please. You've worked too hard, sacrificed too much.

Don't let them win." I kiss her again-claiming this time, possessive in ways the bond is screaming for. "They won't. I promise you, they won't." But driving back toward pack lands with dawn breaking across the horizon, Caroline's warning echoing in my skull, I realize I might have just made a promise I can't actually keep. The Fenris building. Our headquarters. The heart of everything we've built. And the hunters are planning something that targets it directly. Archer