Triplets for the Merciless Alpha

New Luna

A week had passed since the encounter in the forest.

The gardens of the Blackthorn mansion buzzed with frantic activity.

Servants moved back and forth, putting the finishing touches on a ceremony that lacked joy, yet overflowed with protocol.

In the master bedroom, Kael finished adjusting the cuffs of his black shirt. His gaze was fixed on his reflection in the glass—distant, yet lost.

Aldo watched him from the doorway.

“I haven’t been able to track her, Aldo,” Kael said suddenly, breaking the silence. “I’ve searched every corner of the forest. I sent trackers to the borders… and still, it’s as if she never existed.”

Aldo frowned, thoughtful.

“That’s not normal, Kael…” he replied. “But today isn’t the time for that.”

“I know. But I’m supposed to be the fiercest wolf, and I haven’t been able to track the scent of a she-wolf—the one who saved me from dying from silver poison.”

Aldo stepped closer and gave him a light pat on the shoulder.

“Today you secure your future. Focus on what matters. Forget that she-wolf—don’t give her importance.”

Kael closed his eyes for a second.

“She’s nothing more than a distraction,” he admitted, though he wasn’t even convinced himself.

“Come on, let’s not keep the guests waiting,” Aldo said as he opened the door.

When they reached the garden, Kael scanned the decorations with a single glance.

Just as he had ordered… there were no colors.

Thousands of black flowers covered the arches and chairs, creating a dark, almost oppressive atmosphere.

“I don’t get this,” Aldo said. “It looks like a funeral, not a wedding.”

“It is,” Kael replied coldly. “Mine. It’s my own funeral.”

“That’s nonsense, Kael.”

“Today I bury the last thing left of my heart.”

Aldo said nothing.

The packs began to arrive, and the murmuring grew.

There were judgments, scorn, mockery, and pity all at once.

Kael could hear them all. He could hear their thoughts, though they didn’t know it—his greatest secret.

“If they knew I could hear every word…” he said to Aldo, “they wouldn’t even dare to think.”

“Ignore them,” Aldo said. “They’ll always talk.”

Kael didn’t reply. He didn’t care—nothing mattered to him.

“The future Luna has arrived!”

The herald’s voice brought sudden silence.

Kael immediately turned his back. He had no interest in seeing her.

She walked down the aisle, her eyes taking in the sea of black flowers, while she was dressed entirely in white.

She stepped beside him, and neither of them looked at the other.

The officiant stepped forward, clearing his throat solemnly.

“Today we gather under the light of the moon to celebrate the union of two destined souls, a bond that transcends time, loyalty, and love—”

“Skip that part,” Kael said coldly.

“But Alpha, it is important to speak of love—”

“I said skip that part. Or do you need me to repeat myself more clearly?”

Kael’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

The man fell silent, confused.

The officiant swallowed hard, visibly nervous.

“O-of course… as you command.”

He flipped the pages with trembling hands.

“Alpha Kael Blackthorn, do you accept Miss Amaris Silverstream as your wife?”

Kael remained silent for a few seconds. He was fighting the instinct to walk away.

He couldn’t help but think of Belilah, nor could he avoid feeling disappointed in himself for not spending his life with the woman he had once chosen.

But in the end, he answered.

“Yes, I do.”

“Future Luna Amaris Silverstream, do you accept Alpha Kael Blackthorn as your husband?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.

At the sound of her voice, Kael tensed.

It couldn’t be.

He turned sharply, his eyes locking onto hers.

“You?” The word escaped before he could stop it.

Amaris looked at him, just as shocked.

“You?”

The officiant, oblivious to everything, continued.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Kael didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her roughly and kissed her.

When he pulled away, his gaze was cold and unyielding.

“The ceremony is over,” he ordered without looking at anyone. “You may leave.”

He didn’t wait for a response. He turned and walked toward the mansion.

Amaris followed him—she wasn’t about to stay behind.

As they crossed the door, Kael stopped abruptly.

“Stop following me.”

“I’m your wife,” she replied firmly. “Who else should I follow?”

That was enough. Kael grabbed her arm and dragged her into his study.

He slammed the door shut.

“Now it all makes sense,” he said, cornering her. “The forest… the attack… you.”

His eyes gleamed with danger.

“You got close to earn my trust.”

Amaris pulled free quickly.

“You’re wrong.”

She met his gaze directly, without fear.

“If I wanted to get close to you, I wouldn’t have chosen that way.”

Kael took a step forward, more dominant and threatening.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak to me like that.”

“Then don’t speak to me as if I were your enemy,” she shot back. “Because if I were… you wouldn’t be here.”

“Don’t address me so informally again,” Kael warned. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

Amaris let out a low, sarcastic laugh and glanced around.

“With this décor… I can already imagine.”

Her eyes returned to him.

“Black flowers? Really? It looks like you married your own bitterness.”

That made him snap. Kael grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the study.

He let go of her in the hallway and slammed the door shut.

Kael stood still, breathing heavily, his hands tense.

“Who does she think she is…?” he muttered.