The Triplet Alphas' Luna

The Attack

Selene's POV

Elias got up immediately, he obviously heard the sound of my belly as he looked at me darkly and picked me up bridal style and lay me on the bed.

I would have someone come up and bring you in breakfast, because I know you won't walk down for breakfast, he teased.

Once Elias was gone, I clutched at the sheets as if they might tether me to reality. Ronan seemed to dash through walls, and my heart pounded, and I had to press my fingers to my lips because I saw I just hadn't obeyed what Ronan said.

“I gave in.”

The worst part?

“I was begging him to give me more pleasure.”

I was jolted out of my thoughts by a knock at my door, probably one of the Triplet I assumed. Come in, I said.

The Alpha Elias said I should bring your dinner up, he said as he pushed in the door. He got out and left the breakfast on the table.

Minutes ago, my leg throbbed with pain as I found my courage and walked to the table.

I ate quietly sitting on the table. It was pancake and sauce.

I lay alone in bed, restless and still tingling from the interaction with Elias but not able to shake the effect it had I planned trying much to do. Finally sleep took me, but it was not restful, and the dreams came, jagged and feverish, of flame and shadow.

Then, a noise.

I woke up, my wolf at attention instantly. The room was tempered but I felt it— a presence, something alien, something menacing. I sat up, heart pounding, senses attuned.

But before I could respond, someone leaped at me from the darkness. I hardly had time to roll out of bed, dropping to the floor with a thump. The attacker was quick, moving with precision and speed. Vampire.

My wolf pushed forward, instincts overriding rational thought. I leapt to my feet, my form fluctuating as claws triggered from the ends of my fingers. The vampire lunged at me again, a knife glittering in the moonlit night. I leapt a dodge, adrenaline and instinctual push eating them.

“Who sent you?” I grunted, my voice deep and guttural.

The vampire did not answer, his face hidden behind a mask. He swung the blade again, and this time it nicked my arm. I breathed in sharply with pain but didn’t hesitate. My wolf was in charge now, and I resisted with everything I had.

The room turned into a whirl of motion — claws and blades and snarls. I got a piece of him, my claws raking across the vampire’s shoulder. They bobbled but did not fall.

As he charged at me once more, the door exploded open with a thunderous crash.

“Selene!”

The triplets.

Ronan was the first by my side; fury ignited his gaze as he ripped the vampire off me. His movements a whirlwind of primal fury, his hands transforming into talons as he tore into the assailant. It squeezed past me, Kade and Elias just behind, and their bodies forming a protective wall between me and the vampire.

Not the vampire, of course. The vampire never stood a chance. Ronan’s fury was unparalleled, all his blows brutal and exacting. Within seconds, the assailant lay on the ground, blood spreading around them. Ronan loomed over them, his chest heaving, his golden eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

“Who sent you?” Ronan asked, voice low and growly.

The rogue coughed, blood spilling from their lips. “The… Midnight clan,” they rasped before their body stilled.

Heaviness occupied the air, the triplets were coming down from their exilerating moments, their synchronised breathing still stronger than mine as I crashed down infront of them. Ronan faced me, his face a blend of rage and relief.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice rough.

I shook my head although my arm still smarted from the blade’s glancing blow. “I’m fine,” I said, the words trembling.

Ronan moved closer, his eyes grazing down over me, checking that I was unscathed. Suddenly he seize my shoulders, hard but not hurting me.

“You’re ours,” he said practically snarled, his voice low and possessive. “No matter if There is a curse Or not.”

His words sent shivers down my spine and I felt the bond swell between us, stronger than before. Kade and Elias were moved in closer, their presence a wordless confirmation of Ronan’s claim.

I wanted to argue, to offer a counter to how hot the words came from him, but I couldn’t. The bond was too strong, too overwhelming.” And deep down I knew he was correct.

The triplets were my mates, and no curse or vampire assassin was going to change that.

As Ronan let go of me, his eyes still boring into mine, I felt an odd kind of determination come over me. The bond had once been a force to be reckoned with, and it was high time that we get rid of the curse.

However, as these triplets gave me a farewell from the room, The words of the midnight Clan leader reverberating in my head: “ This isn’t over” as he stared at me with a dark intensity.