Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 95 Dec 18, 2025 POV: Thalia The Montgomery family archives are a legal researcher's wet dream and my current waking nightmare. Three monitors glow in the makeshift war room we've set up in Lysander's office, each displaying different layers of corporate history that should be boring as hell but instead read like a conspiracy thriller. I'm cross-referencing corporate filings with charity event photos when something catches my eye. Five years ago. Some black-tie gala for environmental conservation that definitely served as money laundering for less savory operations.

Robert Montgomery stands center frame in a tuxedo that probably cost more than my law school tuition, arm around a young woman in a red dress. The caption reads: Robert Montgomery with newest junior partner, Leah Turner, JD. Montgomery & Associates welcomes exceptional talent. Turner. My hands freeze over the keyboard because Turner is my maiden name, the name I shed the second I married Kieran, the name that represents every shitty thing my family did before I escaped. I zoom in on the photo, fingers shaking slightly as the image expands. Blonde now instead of brunette.

Styled differently, makeup subtler, glasses she never needed before adding that professional polish. But the bone structure doesn't lie-high cheekbones, that particular angle of her jaw, the way she holds herself with performative grace that barely masks vicious ambition. It's Lia. My sister. The one we exiled for trying to kidnap my children. The one who swore revenge as guards dragged her off pack lands. The one who supposedly fled to Mexico City to start over far from the pack that cast her out. Except she didn't start over. She reinvented herself.

Took back our maiden name with the slightest spelling modification-Leah instead of Lia, subtle enough that cursory background checks wouldn't flag it as an alias. Got herself a law degree somehow, probably through the same manipulation skills she used to destroy me in high school. Infiltrated the Montgomery hunter family with calculated precision. And spent two years systematically manipulating Robert Montgomery into attacking the pack that exiled her. The laptop slips from my trembling fingers.

Kieran catches it before it hits the ground, his reflexes still Alpha-sharp despite the missing wolf. He sees the screen, sees the photo, sees my face doing whatever the hell it's doing while my brain short-circuits. "Your sister." Not a question-recognition, certainty, the pieces clicking together with devastating clarity. "She did all of this." My voice sounds detached, clinical, completely divorced from the screaming happening inside my skull. "The attacks, the corporate sabotage, the systematic destruction.

She's been orchestrating everything for two fucking years." The words taste like battery acid. My own sister tried to burn pack houses where my children sleep. Tried to kill Kieran with poison that nearly succeeded. Tried to destroy everything I've built because I had the audacity to survive her and thrive. My knees give out but Kieran's already moving, catching me before I hit the floor, pulling me against his chest while something inside me just breaks. The armor I've built through years of survival cracks wide open and I'm sobbing against his shoulder, shaking so hard my teeth chatter.

"My own sister tried to kill our children." The words choke out between gasps. "Tried to kill you. Spent two years planning genocide against her own blood because we exiled her for-for trying to steal them in the first place." "She failed." Kieran's voice is granite, absolute, his arms tight enough to hurt. "She's always failed. And we're going to end her." The certainty in his tone cuts through the panic, gives me something solid to grab onto while my world tilts sideways.

I pull back enough to breathe, to wipe tears I'm already ashamed of crying, to force my brain back online because falling apart helps exactly no one. "We need more evidence. If Lia's been feeding Robert information, there's a trail. Digital footprints, communication records, something that proves-" "Already looking." Lysander's voice from the doorway, tablet in hand, expression grim. "Caroline's laptop. She left it behind, and I've been going through her access logs. She pulled files on Silvermoon Pack three days before the first attacks.

Detailed security protocols, patrol schedules, residential layouts." My stomach drops through the floor because that means Caroline knew, was involved, fed information to- "But look at who requested those files." He turns the tablet toward us. "Email came from [email protected] . Caroline was just following orders from her supervisor. Leah Turner." The pieces assemble with sickening clarity.

Lia embedded herself in Montgomery & Associates, gained Robert's trust, positioned herself as the expert on "dangerous wolf activity." Used her access to manipulate Caroline into unwittingly providing intelligence. Fed Robert carefully curated lies designed to make him see Silvermoon as the ultimate threat. "Pull everything." Kieran's already moving, fingers flying across my laptop keyboard with brutal efficiency. "Every email, every file request, every communication between Leah Turner and Robert Montgomery." The next three hours disappear into investigative hell.

We find communications dating back two years-Lia systematically building a case against Silvermoon Pack with the kind of prosecutorial skill she probably learned in whatever shady law program accepted her. "Silvermoon Pack has expanded into Colorado territory traditionally held by Montgomery family interests. This represents a direct violation of territorial agreements established in 1847." Lie. We bought a law firm, not invaded sacred ground. "Intelligence suggests Silvermoon leadership has been systematically eliminating human witnesses to their activities.

Attached are incident reports." Another lie. The "incident reports" are fabricated, probably by Lia herself. "Pack Alpha Magnus Fenris has declared open hostility toward hunter families. The threat level is critical." Complete bullshit. Magnus never declared anything except his usual disdain for everyone equally. She painted us as occupying sacred hunter territory, threatening humans, planning systematic extermination of hunter families. Made us sound like the monsters hunters have been hunting for centuries. And Robert believed her.

"She was human, educated, seemingly objective." I'm reading through her communications, watching her manipulation unfold with horrifying precision. "The perfect inside source. He never questioned her because why would he? She had no reason to lie." "Except revenge." Kieran's jaw clenches hard enough I hear teeth grinding. "She spent two years building this case because we took away her access to the pack. To you. To the children she sees as her property." More files surface. Lia coordinating with actual hunter cells, providing detailed intelligence, suggesting targets.

The corporate attacks, the vandalism, the systematic psychological warfare-all planned and executed with her guidance. She even identified the pack houses hit in the night raids. Specified which ones held families with children, which held warriors, which defensive positions would be weakest. My sister drew the maps that nearly killed my babies. "We need to find her." My voice comes out flat, emotionless, the kind of calm that precedes violence. "Now. Before she disappears again." "Already on it." Lysander's pulling up location data.

"Montgomery & Associates has office space in-" His phone rings, cutting him off. Caroline's number flashing across the screen. He answers on speaker, and her voice comes through shaking, terrified, barely above a whisper. "Lysander, I'm so sorry, I didn't know, she told me it was routine security audit, I didn't realize-" The words tumble out frantic, desperate. "Leah Turner. She's not who you think. She's not-" "We know who she is." Lysander's voice stays surprisingly gentle given everything. "Where are you?" "She has me." Caroline's voice breaks.

"She figured out I'd realized something was wrong. She's-oh god, she's-" The line goes dead. Archer