The Alphas Triplets

The Accident and the Awakening

Blood has a way of silencing a room.

Even the air seems to hold its breath when you realize it’s yours.

At first, I thought the red staining my heads was paint form the little wolf I’d been carving. The light in my room was dim, the sunset filtered through the lace curtains in thin, bleeding stripes. The the sting came - sharp, alive pulsing.

“Dad!” I heard my voice before I meant to speak. “Dad, please help me. Something’s wrong.”

The footsteps came fast. My father’s scent - pine and smoke - hit me before the door swung open. Alpha Michael Lee, the Red Moon Pack’s strongest wolf, looked terrified. That alone told me something was wrong. He didn’t scare easily.

“Jennie, what happened?” His voice dropped into that calm, commanding tone he used when danger was near.

I held my hand, slick with blood. “I cut myself. I was just -“ I couldn’t finish. My pulse raced so fast it drowned my words.

He was beside me in an instant, his large hands-warm, rough, sure - trying to unwrap the torn towel I’d wrapped around my palm. But before he could see the wound clearly, I gasped. The bleeding had slowed… then stopped altogether.

The skin beneath was knitting together before my eyes.

“What the-“

My father’s words died in his throat. We both stared as smooth, pale skin sealed where there should have been torn flesh.

“Jennie,” he whispered. “There’s nothing I need to do. It’s already healing.”

“That’s … impossible.” I stepped back, trembling. “I’m not eighteen yet. My birthday’s still a few days away. Why would-“

The answer pulsed beneath my skin like fire. My blood felt heavy, ancient, full of whispers that weren’t mine.

I looked up at my father. His eyes softened for a heartbeat before he masked them again with authority. “Don’t tell your mother yet. Not until we understand what’s happening.”

But of course, my mother’s voice carried through the house before he even reached the door.

“Jennie Marie Lee! Get your butt ready now and come downstairs!”

I almost smiled despite the fear still curling in my chest. That was Luna Mika - queen of chaos wrapped in beauty and iron will.

“I’m fine, Dad,” I said quickly, though the tremor in my voice betrayed me. “I’ll cover it.”

He nodded once, still wary, and left me standing there with my heart hammering like it wanted to claw its way out.

When I turned, I wasn’t alone.

James and Lilly were sitting on my bed, twin smirks mirrored on their faces. The light caught in James’s dark hair, in Lilly’s honey - colored curls - they were the perfect reflection of each other. Everyone said the three of us were identical in the eyes but born of different storms.

“When did you two come in?” I demanded.

“Just now,” James said, his grin infuriatingly casual. “Nice work, sis. Bleeding all over your floor again?”

“ Be careful with that knife next time,” Lilly added, ever the responsible one despite being older then me by only nine minutes.

I rolled my eyes. “ I’m fine, thanks for the sympathy.”

They laughed together, that easy sibling rhythm that always made me feel both loved and small. The “little one.” The runt of the triplets. I hated it.

“Oh, Goddess,” I muttered when I checked the clock. “Mom’s going to murder me.”

I grabbed the nearest clean shirt - my favorite black camo one - and jeans. As I changed, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked darker than usual, shadows pooling around the irises like spilled ink. I blinked. Gone. Maybe I was imagining it.

I didn’t have time to think.

The house smelled of cinnamon and cedar polish when I ran downstairs. My mother stood by the counter, her phone in one hands d a list in the other.

“Jennie Marie, you’re late again,” she scolded, though her tone softened when she saw me. “We have a hundred things to do before your party. Dress, hair, makeup - everything must be perfect. You’ll thank me when you meet your mate.”

The word mate sent a strange shiver through me. The idea had always felt distant, a fairytale for other wolves. But lately, every time someone said it, something deep inside me stirred.

“Maybe this year,” I said quietly, half to myself.

My mother didn’t hear me. She was already motioning for Marcus, our driver - and my father’s beta - to bring the car around.

Marcus was waiting at the door when we stepped outside. He smiled kindly, eyes soft with loyalty. “You’re growing up fast, Jennie. The Moon Goddess must be proud.”

“Thank you, Marcus,” I said, climbing into the car. His words echoed in my mind: You’re growing up fast.

Maybe too fast.

The drive to the mall stretched longer than it should have. My mother filled the silence with talk of decorations, colors, and the guest list - other packs, visiting alphas, potential mates for her daughter’s and future allies for her son.

I stared out the window, watching pine trees blur past, their branches whispering secrets I couldn’t quite hear.

Every so often, a flash of something - silver light, maybe - flickered in the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was sunlight. Then it moved against the wind.

Emma stirred inside me. My wolf, still sleeping but somehow already aware.

Something watches.

Her voice was soft as breath, but cold enough to raise the hairs on my arms.

I pressed my palm against my thigh, tracing the spot where I’d cut myself earlier. The wound was gone, not even a scar left behind. But I could still feel it - like the memory of pain burned beneath the skin.

“Jennie?” My mother’s tone pulled me back.

“Hmm?”

“You spaced out again,” she said, giving me that look only mother’s can - equal parts worry and disapproval. “You haven’t been yourself lately. Is it the party? Or…”

I knew what she meant.

“Or the mate thing?” I finished for her. Her lips curved in a knowing smile. “You’ll understand when you meet him. The bond, the pull - it’s magic, sweetheart. The Goddess made it that way.”

I wanted to believe her. But I’d seen how bonds broke people too.

Sometimes love wasn’t magic. Sometimes it was a curse.

The mall glimmered with mirrored glass and soft lights, reflecting us back in a hundred angles - my mother poised and perfect, me in jeans and nerves. Marcus held the door for us, his calm energy grounding.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for today,” he said as we passed.

“I hope so too,” I murmured.

Inside, the scent of perfume and fabric was overwhelming. Two women - our personal shopper, apparently - greeted my mother with practiced smiles.

“Luna Mika! It’s a pleasure to see you again. And this must be your daughter, Jennie.”

I gave them a polite nod, wishing I could disappear.

“We’re looking for the perfect dress,” my mother said beaming. “It’s her eighteenth birthday this weekend - a big celebration for the triplets.”

“Of course,” one woman said. “Follow us, Luna.”

Hours passed in a haze of silk and sequins. Dress after dress. Smile after false smile. My mother loved everything I hated - bright, soft, delicate. I wanted something that felt real. Something that matched the storm in me.

When I was about to give up, I saw it. A gown of black and violet shimmer, like moonlight spilled on nightshade. The fabric seemed alive - dark, sleek, powerful. I reached for it without thinking.

The moment my fingers brushed the fabric,

Emma stirred again.

Ours, she whispered. This one carries power.

I tried it on.

And when I stepped in front of the mirror, I didn’t see the clumsy youngest triplet anymore. I saw a woman born of the moon and the dark.

My mother gasped softly. “Jennie, you look like an angel.”

“No,” I said quietly, my reflection meeting my gaze. “Not an angel.”

Something ancient moved behind my eyes.

For a breath, my reflection’s pupils shimmered silver. Then it was gone.

I smiled at my mother. “It’s perfect.”

She was crying softly, even as she laughed.

“Let’s get it before I change my mind.”

As we left the boutique, Marcus stood waiting. His expression shifted when he saw the dress - a flicker of pride and something else. Sadness, maybe.

“You’ll look stunning, little one,” he said gently. “The pack won’t know what hit them,”

“Thanks, Marcus.”

He hesitated. “Enjoy this day with your mother. It may be one of your last before everything changes.”

Before I could ask what he meant, we heard a voice behind us. “Jennie?”

Carter.

My stomach dropped. His scent - pine and musk, once comforting - now twisted my nerves tight. He smiled, but there was tension behind it.

“Hey beautiful. Long time.”

“Not long enough,” Emma growled quietly in my mind.

“I’m shopping with my mom,” I said, forcing politeness. “We’re in a hurry.”

“Come on, don’t be like that. Can’t we talk?”

My mother looked between us, frowning slightly. “Jennie, he’s just trying to be friendly.”

If only she knew.

I stepped closer to her, voice low. “Mom, please.”

Before things could be worse, Marcus stepped forward. “ Luna Mika, perhaps it’s time to head back. We still have preparations.”

“Yes,” my mother agreed quickly, sensing something in his tone.

Carter’s smile faded. “Guess I’ll see you Saturday then, Jennie .”

I didn’t answer.

The car ride home was suffocating. My mother asked questions I couldn’t answer- about Carter, about why I’d been distant. I could still feel the pressure of his stare, the memory of that night we never talked about. The one that turned everything cold.

When the car stopped, I bolted for the house. Ignoring her voice calling after me. My father’s office light glowed through the upstairs window - my safe place.

But before I reached it, I heard my brother and sister fighting again.

“James, Lilly, stop!” I yelled.

They froze, wide-eyed.

“You’re both impossible,” I said. “You know what? Fine. You’re the oldest, James.

Happy?”

He grinned. Lilly scowled. For once, they both went quiet.

I barely made it to the kitchen before the world tilted.

The scent of blood hit me - phantom, sharp and real all at once. I looked down at my hand, and for a flash, saw the cut reopen.

Then it vanished.

Emma’s voice filled my mind, louder this time. You are changing, Jennie. The moon stirs in your blood. You are not ready, but she doesn’t care.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered.

You will, she said. Soon.

The air thickened. Somewhere outside, a wolf howled - low, mournful, ancient.

I didn’t know it yet, but that night marked the beginning of everything.

The accident wasn’t an accident at all.

It was an awakening.