Triplets for the Merciless Alpha

Silver Poison

His tone was not a warning—it was an order.

But she didn’t move. Instead, she took a step toward him.

Kael’s body tensed, ready to push her away if she came any closer.

“I said—”

She pulled out a small cloth pouch and opened it quickly.

Herbs. The scent was strange and unfamiliar.

“This will keep it from getting infected,” she said, as if she were speaking to someone who couldn’t kill her at any moment.

Kael looked at her coldly.

“I don’t need your help. I don’t need it.”

But she was already closer—too close—and for some reason, that irritated him more than the attack itself.

“If you don’t treat it now, it’ll be worse tomorrow. In fact, you might not even make it to tomorrow,” she insisted.

Kael stepped toward her, imposing and dangerous.

“Don’t come near me again. Stay back. Leave. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

His words fell like a lethal threat.

But she didn’t step back, didn’t lower her gaze, didn’t even tremble.

And that—that was what truly unsettled him.

For the first time in a long while, someone wasn’t reacting to him the way they should.

The tension in the air was so thick it could almost be cut.

Kael, his face tightened with pain, stared at her with lethal intensity.

“Didn’t you understand?” he growled, his voice rough with effort. “I told you to stay away. Don’t you dare touch me.”

Amaris didn’t back down.

Her fingers tightened around the cloth pouch, unshaken by the Alpha’s fury.

“You need to let me treat you,” she insisted, fully aware of the danger he was in. “You were wounded with silver poison. If that venom reaches your heart, you’ll die before dawn. No wolf… not even an Alpha, survives that.”

Kael stared at her.

The pain was beginning to consume him from within, like fire running through his veins. His vision blurred at times, but his pride… remained intact.

“I’d rather die,” he spat with disdain, “than owe my life to a stranger—especially a woman.”

Amaris looked at him for a moment. There was no fear in her, and even less doubt.

“Then die,” she replied calmly. “Because if I wanted to see you dead… I would only have to sit here and wait for it to happen.”

Those words were not a threat—they were the truth.

Kael grabbed her wrist with what little strength he had left, his eyes glowing in the darkness.

“It could have been you,” he accused. “This could be your trap.”

She didn’t try to pull away.

“It wasn’t me, I swear. And if it were… I wouldn’t come close to help you.”

Kael tightened his grip, but his body failed before his will did.

Pain tore through him violently. His hold weakened.

Amaris took that moment, kneeling beside him without asking permission.

“I’m not your enemy…” she murmured as she opened the pouch. “But I’m not someone you should underestimate either.”

The scent of herbs spread through the air.

Kael tried to push her away.

“Don’t you dare—”

But his voice broke when she applied the mixture to the wound.

The effect was immediate—a brutal burn made him growl, as if the poison were being torn straight out of his flesh.

Kael roared. It was deep, savage, a sound that made the trees around them tremble.

His body tensed, muscles tightening beneath his skin as he fought the sensation.

For a moment… he was on the verge of losing control.

His wolf reacted—agitated and furious.

But then…

The pain changed. The fire turned into cold.

A chill spread through his blood—cleansing, soothing, giving him back his breath.

Kael gasped. His body gave in slightly… just enough.

He closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them…

She was gone. The forest was empty.

As if no one had ever been there.

Kael pushed himself up at once, fully alert.

His senses stretched to their limits.

He searched for her trail, her scent, her presence.

There was nothing. No one.

“Show yourself,” he ordered, his voice sharp and dangerous.

The wind was the only answer.

Confused, with a strange feeling lodged in his chest, Kael returned to the mansion.

The moment he crossed the door, Aldo appeared.

“Kael!” he exclaimed, alarmed. “You’re covered in blood. What happened?”

“I was attacked in the forest,” Kael replied, brushing dried blood from his side. “They used silver poison. They were trying to kill me.”

Aldo’s face paled. Who would dare strike from behind?

“That’s impossible… no one would dare go that far—”

“I’m fine… and believe me, many enemies would dare attack me from behind.”

Aldo raised his brows in confusion.

“Then how are you speaking so calmly—and without pain?”

Kael hesitated for a second.

“A woman,” he said at last. “She appeared… and extracted it.”

Aldo looked at him in disbelief.

“That doesn’t make sense,” he replied. “No wolf can do that… and certainly not disappear without leaving a trace.”

“She left nothing,” Kael added, his gaze hardening. “No scent, no presence, no trace at all.”

That unsettled him. He had never experienced anything like it.

Aldo, even more confused, chose not to dwell on it.

“Get some rest,” he said finally. “Whatever it was… it’s nothing. Just a coincidence.”

Kael didn’t respond.

He went upstairs and entered his room.

He dropped onto the bed, staring into the darkness.

The wound was gone. The pain too. But something didn’t add up.

Kael closed his eyes for a moment, then came back to himself.

“I’ll find you…” he murmured softly. “Whoever attacked me will be destroyed.”