Who's My Triplet's Alpha Daddy? Novel

Chapter 97 Dec 27, 2025 POV: Lysander The conference room goes nuclear when Thalia drops the bomb about Lia's real identity, and I watch my brother's face cycle through denial, rage, and something that might be grudging respect for the sheer audacity of it all. "Lia." Kieran's voice could freeze blood. "Thalia's sister who tried to kidnap the triplets.

Who swore revenge when we exiled her." "Changed her appearance, took back her maiden name Turner, and infiltrated the Montgomery family specifically to destroy us." Thalia's hands shake scrolling through photos comparing Lia's old pack pictures with recent shots of Lia. "Plastic surgery on the nose, cheekbones. Contacts to change her eye color. Lost twenty pounds. But the bone structure's identical." I'm staring at the side-by-side comparison and my brain refuses to process how we missed this.

How someone we exiled nine months ago waltzed back into our lives wearing a new face and we invited her to sacred ceremonies without recognizing the threat. "Caroline wasn't the inside source." The words taste like relief and horror simultaneously. "She was being played." "By someone who knew exactly how to manipulate Robert Montgomery." Thalia pulls up more files. "Lia appealed to everything he believes-hunter instincts, family pride, the righteous mission of protecting humanity from monsters.

She gave him a cause and made herself indispensable to it." My phone's been dead silent for thirty-six hours. No texts, no calls, no Caroline. Just the terrifying void where she should be and my wolf losing its mind trying to figure out if she's safe or if I'm about to find her body in a ditch somewhere. "We need to find Caroline before-" The conference room door opens and she's there. Exhausted, terrified, mascara smudged under eyes rimmed red from crying or not sleeping or both. Still wearing yesterday's clothes, hair pulled back in a messy bun that would normally make her cringe.

She's never looked more beautiful. "I'm sorry I disappeared." Her voice cracks on the apology. "My father-he called an emergency meeting, locked down communications, wouldn't let anyone leave until he'd briefed us on the 'security threat' that turns out to be your pack." I'm across the room before conscious thought kicks in, hands framing her face to check for injuries, for signs someone hurt her, for anything that would justify the panic currently strangling my chest. "Are you okay?" "Physically? Yes." She leans into my touch, eyes closing briefly. "Mentally?

I just spent two days listening to my father plan how to murder everyone in this room, so that's been fucking fantastic for my mental health." Thalia and Kieran exchange looks but don't interrupt. Smart wolves. "Thalia found the connection." I'm still cataloging her face, looking for damage my wolf insists must be there. "Your father's being manipulated by his new associate." "Lia." Caroline's voice goes flat, dead.

"She was convincing my father that systematic genocide is noble work." "You knew?" "I figured it out yesterday when she started describing pack vulnerabilities with information only someone who'd lived there would have." Her hands fist in my shirt, gripping tight enough to hurt. "I tried to talk to him. Tried to explain she's using him, that we're being played. But she's got her claws so deep in him, Lysander. I don't know how to compete with someone who makes him feel righteous about killing people." I pull her close, just hold her while she shakes against my chest.

Her heartbeat hammers too fast, her breathing uneven, every line of her body screaming exhaustion and terror and defeat. "You came back." The words come out rougher than intended. "That's what matters." "I shouldn't have left without telling you." She pulls back enough to look at me, guilt written across every feature. "But my father confiscated phones, posted guards, made it clear anyone who broke protocol would be-" "It's okay." I cut off whatever horrifying thing she was about to say. "You were scared.

It's okay to be scared." She studies my face for a long moment, searching for something I hope she finds. "I keep feeling this-this pull toward you. Like gravity. Like I can't breathe right when you're not close." Her voice drops to barely above whisper. "Is that-" "The bond." Finally saying it out loud, making it real instead of something we've been dancing around for months. "Yeah. I feel it too." The confession hangs between us, weighted with implications neither of us are ready to fully process. Mate bonds aren't casual dating. Aren't something you can walk away from once they complete.

They're permanent, consuming, binding two people together for life whether they want it or not. And her family is actively trying to murder mine. "What does that mean?" Her voice shakes on the question. "It means-" I stop, throat closing around words that will change everything. "It means you're mine. And I'm yours. Biology chose us the same way it chose Kieran and Thalia." "But they rejected the bond." Her hands tighten on my shirt. "They're trying to choose each other without it." "Because it got corrupted by poison and war and trauma." I tip her chin up, force her to meet my eyes.

"Ours is clean. Pure. Just you and me and whatever the fuck we're building despite everything trying to tear us apart." Thalia clears her throat from across the room, reminding us we have an audience for this deeply personal moment. "Caroline. What did your father say about his plans?" Caroline takes a shaky breath, pulling herself together with visible effort. Professional mask sliding into place even though her hands still grip my shirt. "He's planning a meeting.

All the Montgomery associates, all their mercenary contacts, everyone involved in the attacks." "When?" Kieran's voice sharpens to CEO-giving-orders mode. "One week from now." She turns to face them but doesn't let go of me. "And it's not happening at Montgomery headquarters or some neutral location." My stomach drops before she finishes. "They're raiding pack territory. The mountain retreat where you have emergency housing, the cabins you set up after the safe house burned." Her voice goes hollow. "They know about them.

Know the defensive capabilities, the guard rotations, which families are staying there." "How?" But I already know the answer before Thalia's face goes pale. "Lia told them." Caroline's voice breaks completely. "She's been feeding them intelligence for months. Every security protocol, every safe house location, every vulnerability you have. She's systematically giving them everything they need to destroy you." The room goes silent except for someone's ragged breathing-might be mine, might be Kieran's, might be all of us processing the depth of betrayal.

Emergency housing holds twelve families. Mostly cubs and their mothers, elders who can't fight, wolves recovering from injuries. The most vulnerable members we have, gathered in one location that was supposed to be secret. And Lia gave hunters a map. "One week." My voice sounds detached, clinical, completely divorced from the rage currently eating me alive from the inside. "They're planning a coordinated assault on defenseless families in seven days." Caroline nods, tears streaming down her face now. "My father's calling it Operation Purification.

They're not just raiding the cabins, Lysander. They're planning to burn them to the ground with everyone inside." Archer