Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 91 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Thalia The holding cells beneath pack headquarters smell like blood and failure. Lysander's pacing like a caged animal, knuckles split from whatever he tried before I arrived. Kieran's leaning against the wall radiating controlled violence, jaw working like he's physically restraining himself from going back in there. "He won't talk." Lysander's voice is rough, frustrated. "Trained for this. Stays silent no matter what we throw at him." I peer through the one-way glass at our captive hunter.

Mid-thirties, military bearing even zip-tied to a chair, face already swelling from what I'm guessing was Lysander's interrogation technique. Blood crusts his split lip but his eyes stay focused, defiant. "Maybe you're asking the wrong questions." My hands press against cool glass. "Or the wrong person's asking." "Thalia-" Kieran starts. "I'm a lawyer. Interrogation is literally what I do for a living." I'm already moving toward the door. "Except I don't usually beat my witnesses first, which seems counterproductive." The cell door closes behind me with a metallic click that echoes.

The hunter's eyes track my movement-calculating, assessing threat level. I'm five-foot-four and currently not radiating any Alpha power, so his shoulders relax a fraction. Mistake. I pull out the chair across from him, sit with deliberate calm. "I'm Thalia Fenris. Luna of Silvermoon Pack. Mother of three children who are nine years old." His expression doesn't change but something flickers behind his eyes. "My daughter Phoenix likes to draw wolves. She's obsessed with them even though she is one." My voice stays conversational, almost friendly.

"My son Orion can explain quantum mechanics but still needs me to check under his bed for monsters. My daughter Luna feels everyone's emotions like they're her own-exhausting gift for an eight-year-old." "Why are you telling me this?" His voice rasps, first words he's spoken in three hours. "Because you burned pack houses last night. Houses where families like mine sleep. Where children who draw wolves and fear darkness and feel too much are supposed to be safe." I lean forward slightly.

"I want you to understand exactly who you're killing when you call us targets." His jaw clenches but he doesn't look away. "Seventeen wolves died in hunter attacks over the past month. I can name every single one." My throat tightens but I push through. "Marcus Chen was sixty-three. Retired teacher. Volunteered at the pack school teaching cubs how to read. Sarah Winters was twenty-two. Just finished nursing school. Wanted to open a clinic for low-income pack members." "They were wolves." The words come out automatic, rehearsed.

"Monsters wearing human faces." "Sarah Winters held my daughter when she had nightmares. Marcus taught my son to love learning." My hands flatten on the cold metal table. "Tell me which part of that makes them monsters worth burning alive." His resolve cracks, just slightly. Enough that I see the human underneath the conditioning. "I have orders." But his voice wavers now. "We all have orders. This is righteous work, cleansing the-" "Whose orders?" I keep my tone gentle, coaxing. "Who convinced you that murdering teachers and nurses and children is righteous?" Silence stretches between us.

Through the one-way glass I feel Kieran's attention laser-focused on this moment, on me working this witness the way I've worked hundreds of depositions. "My children asked me yesterday why people want to hurt us." The words taste like ash. "How do I explain that someone's convinced you we're not worth living because of what we are?" His eyes finally drop to the table. "You don't understand. It's not personal, it's-" "It's absolutely personal." My voice hardens just slightly. "You coordinated attacks on homes. You knew children lived there.

You knew exactly what you were doing." "We had intelligence. Tactical information about patrol schedules, defensive positions, which houses held warriors versus-" He stops, realizing he's talking. "Versus families." I finish softly. "You knew which houses held the most vulnerable members. Someone told you that." His silence confirms it. I shift tactics, voice dropping to something almost sympathetic. "You're trained for physical interrogation. For torture. But nobody trained you for someone actually listening." My hands spread on the table. "So talk to me. Not as Luna, not as the enemy.

As someone who wants to understand why you think this is justice." Two hours dissolve into brutal honesty. He talks about his training, his family's legacy, the way hunter culture breeds soldiers before they can walk. About the woman who recruited him-Lia, young and beautiful and absolutely convinced that wolves are an infection that needs purging. "She's working with Robert Montgomery directly." His voice is hollow now, emptied of conviction. "Coordinating everything. The attacks, the intelligence gathering, the systematic targeting.

She said it was divine work." "This Lia-what's her role exactly?" "Coordinator. Strategist. She has contacts inside your pack feeding her information. Knows your security protocols, your weaknesses." He meets my eyes. "She's the one who convinced me this was righteous. Made it sound like we were saving humanity." The door opens and I stand, legs shaking slightly from the emotional toll of making a killer see his victims as people. Kieran's waiting in the hallway, expression unreadable. We walk in silence to an empty office down the hall. The second the door closes, his hands frame my face.

"You were incredible in there." His voice is rough with something I can't name. "I was doing my job." But my heart's racing from more than just the interrogation. "No." His thumb traces my cheekbone with devastating gentleness. "You were being exactly who you are. And I'm remembering why I fell in love with you before the bond ever existed." The words hit like a physical blow.

Since the bond went silent-since we've been trying to choose each other without supernatural interference-I've been terrified that without mate magic, we're just two people with history and trauma and children binding us together. "You saw me," I whisper. "Just now, watching through that glass. You saw me." "I always see you." His forehead presses to mine. "Smart, compassionate, strong in ways that have nothing to do with wolf magic or Luna power or any supernatural bullshit." His breath ghosts across my lips. "I see Thalia. Just Thalia.

And she's everything." Maybe that's worth more than any mate bond could give me. The choice. The certainty that when he looks at me, he's not seeing destiny or biology or obligation. Just me. My phone buzzes against my hip, shattering the moment. Lysander's text: Need you back. Now. The interrogation room's cleared when we return but Lysander's at the conference table with my phone, pulled up photo albums I didn't give him permission to access. His expression is grim. "The name triggered something." He slides the phone toward me. "Your Luna announcement ceremony.

Remember?" I scroll through photos from that night-formal gowns, pack members bowing, Kieran's hand warm on my lower back claiming me in front of hundreds. Background faces blur together until Lysander taps one image, zooming in on someone standing at the crowd's edge. Young. Beautiful. Blonde hair caught mid-turn as she watches the ceremony with eyes that hold nothing but ice. And around her throat, hanging between collarbones like a brand: a delicate silver necklace bearing the Montgomery family crest. The wolf's head pierced by three arrows. "She was there." My voice comes out strangled.

"At my Luna ceremony. Watching us. And nobody noticed." Kieran's already pulling up security footage, cross-referencing faces, hunting through archives. "How long has she been inside our pack?" The question hangs like an execution sentence because the answer is obvious, devastating, terrifying. Since the beginning. Since before they knew they needed to look. Our traitor isn't some disgruntled pack member. She's a hunter embedded so deep we invited her to our most sacred ceremonies. And now she knows everything. Archer