The Triplet Alphas' Luna

Why Do You Smell Like Mine?

Selene’s POV

My mind raced as I ran, the sound of pounding footsteps closing in behind me. The forest seemed to twist and turn, offering both refuge and obstacles. I stumbled over gnarled roots and ducked beneath low-hanging branches, my breath coming in ragged bursts. Still, I was determined, even as my limbs began to ache.

Without warning, a strong hand gripped my wrist. I cried out and spun around, only to see a familiar, steady face: it was Kade. His eyes shone in the moonlight—serious yet gentle.

“I’m not going to let you get hurt,” he said in a low voice as he held me firmly. His hand was strong and warm on my skin, and for a split second, the terror subsided. Even as my heart pounded, I felt a flicker of safety in his touch.

Before I could say more, a deep, commanding voice broke through the night. “Selene, stop running!” It was Ronan. His tone was firm and left no room for debate. At his side, Elias emerged from the shadows, his gaze fixed on mine as he spoke. In an instant, the three men stood together, forming a protective circle around me. Their presence was powerful and clear—they would not let me be alone.

Kade tightened his grip on my wrist. “We have to take you back to the pack house,” he said urgently. My mind raced. I was confused and scared, yet something in their eyes made me feel they meant me no harm. With heavy footsteps echoing from behind, the Triplet led me along a narrow, winding path toward the Bloodfang compound.

Before long, we reached a small clearing. There, in the pale light of the moon, stood the entrance to a hidden compound built into a hillside. The place was quiet now, with soft torchlight flickering on rough stone walls. It looked safe yet mysterious—a shelter from the storm that had chased me through the night.

At the entrance, Ronan stopped and turned to face me. His dark eyes held both kindness and stern authority. “You must come with us,” he said simply. “We need to know who you are since you are our mate.” His voice was steady, and even though my mind trembled, I sensed there was no choice but to obey.

Before I could answer, Kade stepped closer and gently brushed my cheek with his hand. “I promise you are safe with us,” he whispered. The touch was brief but warm, and it sent a shiver down my spine. For a moment, I forgot my fear and felt a spark of something deeper—a hope that these men might be the answer to the strange pull burning inside me.

They led me into the compound, where the noise of the chase gave way to a quiet, heavy hush. Inside, a dim room with stone walls and a low fire filled the space with soft light. I was guided to sit on a rough wooden bench. The air smelled of old wood and quiet secrets. Ronan, Kade, and Elias gathered around me in a tight circle.

Elias fixed his gaze on mine as he spoke, “There is something in you we need to confirm. You are our mate.” His simple words made my heart flutter with both fear and curiosity. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could speak, the heavy door at the far end of the room swung open.

A group of Elder pack members entered, their faces serious. One of them, an older man with streaks of silver in his hair, looked directly at me and said, “Take her to the holding cell. We need to keep her safe until we learn more.” His tone left no room for debate. The three men exchanged quick, regretful looks.

Kade’s hand reached out one last time, brushing my arm softly. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his eyes full of unspoken promises. “We must do this now.” With that, a couple of pack members gently but firmly took my arm, and before I could protest, they led me through a narrow corridor.

As the pack members led me to the cell, I replayed the night’s events in my head. The memory of the chase, the feel of Kade’s hand, and the determined eyes of Ronan and Elias all swirled in my mind. I was caught up in a web of danger and mystery—a web that now bound me to these strong, protective men. My mind churned with questions.

*How are we mates? Why did they chase me? Do they want to accept the mate bond? And why did Kade’s touch feel so caring, even in the midst of chaos?* The strange fire that had awakened inside me on my birthday now burned quietly but steadily—a sign, I hoped, of something important yet hidden.

I sat on the cold stone floor of a makeshift cell, my back pressed against rough walls. The dim light from a small barred window barely warmed the space. Every minute here felt like an eternity, and my mind swirled with confusion, fear, and a strange, burning desire to be free.

As the clock ticked past midnight, a soft sound from the metal door made me sit up. It was quiet at first, almost like the soft breath of wind, but it grew steadily until it was clear that someone was coming closer.

Before I could gather my thoughts, the cell door creaked open slowly. My heart leaped. In the dim light, a familiar figure emerged—a figure that made my pulse skip. It was Kade.

He moved silently, as if he were part of the shadows, until he was close enough for me to see the concern and longing in his eyes. His gaze roamed over my face for a moment before his lips parted, and he leaned in close. In a hushed tone, he whispered into my ear, “Why do you smell like mine?”

His words sent a shiver through me, and I felt the heat of his breath against my skin. My heart raced, and I could barely form a response. “I—I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kade’s eyes darkened with intensity as he studied me, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You’re ours, Selene,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a possessive warmth. “And I’m not letting you go.”

In that moment, the walls of the cell seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in a world of our own. The bond between us pulsed with life, a connection that was both thrilling and terrifying.