The Crippled Bride of the Alpha Triplets
“I… I feel weird,” Rielle whispered, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy, her small body trembling between the three alphas.
“Weird… how?” Theron murmured into her ear, his tongue flicking the shell before his teeth grazed it—slow, deliberate.
She gasped, overwhelmed and innocent. “I-it’s warm. In my chest. In my stomach. Everywhere. It’s… nice. A little scary… but I—I want more…”
Zeven cursed under his breath.
Eryx’s hands flexed around her waist.
“That’s not weird, little one,” Zeven said, brushing his lips down her jawline. “That’s your body begging.”
Before she could respond, Theron pulled her closer, his forehead resting against hers. “You want more?” he growled. “Then we’ll give you everything.”
Behind her, Eryx knelt, his hands sliding up her thighs as he pressed his face into her back. “We’ll take it slow…” he whispered, voice tight with restraint.
“Let us show you how it feels… to be worshipped.”
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Rielle never thought anyone would want her.
Limping. Stammering. Unable to shift.
A bastard daughter hidden in the servants’ quarters. Mocked by her pack, beaten by her stepmother, ignored by her Alpha father. She wasn’t a daughter—they barely treated her like a person. Her days were filled with scrubbing floors, enduring punishments for crimes she didn’t commit, and shrinking into corners to avoid attention. Her only power was in surviving… quietly.
And just when she thought her life couldn’t get any worse—they sent her away as a political bride. A living peace offering.
She wasn’t being offered to one Alpha…
But to three.
The infamous Alpha Triplets of the Bloodfang Pack—Alpha Theron, Alpha Zeven, Alpha Eryx—ruthless rulers of a territory whispered about in fear. Wolves said anyone who entered their domain either returned changed... or never returned at all.
They told her not to expect affection.
They told her she was nothing more than a duty.
And at first, the triplets treated her exactly like that.
But Rielle never fought back. She never yelled, never begged. She simply smiled and endured like she always had.
Until they began to notice her scars and her strength. And they couldn’t look away anymore.
As Rielle struggles to survive in a place where even the moon seems colder, something inside her begins to awaken. A power long forgotten. A bloodline others would kill to possess.
And the triplets?
They may be the only ones who can protect her.