The Alphas Triplets

Royal Blood Revealed - Part 1

Damn crept in thin and colorless, the kind of light that makes everything look like a dream trying to remember itself.

The courtyard still smelled of smoke and wine from the night before. The last lanterns guttered out one by one, whispering tiny curls of smoke into the chilled air.

I woke with the same hum beneath my skin that had followed me since the battle. It had grown louder during the party, and now it was almost musical-three distinct notes, rising and falling together.

Not just you, Emma murmured. Listen

At first I thought she meant the wind. Then I heard it: two other heartbeats pulsing in perfect rhythm with mine. James and Lilly.

I found them in the kitchen, arguing over coffee as if nothing in the world had changed. But the moment I stepped through the doorway, the air bent-literally bent-a shimmer of light connoisseur for the briefest heartbeat. The mugs on the counter rattled.

James blinked. “Did you feel-“

“Yes,” Lilly and I said together.

We stared at each other, the same realization dawning in three pairs of eyes. It wasn’t just my power anymore; it was ours.

Before we could test it, our fathers voice filled the hall. “Children. My office. Now.” The Alpha’s office always smelled of cedar and leather and old paper. This morning it smelled of tension. My mother stood beside him, hands clasped tight, a letter spread across the desk.

“What’s going on?” James asked.

My father looked older than I’d ever seen him. “Last night, after the guests left, the border sentries reported another flare of light near the river. They thought it was you three.”

“It wasn’t,” Lilly said . “We were all inside.”

He nodded. “That’s what worries me.”

My mother touched the parchment on the desk. The wax seal had been broken; the symbol stamped into it was one I’d never seen before-three interlocking crescents.

“This came from the Council of Elders,” she said. “They confirm what we’ve feared since you were born.”

James frowned. “Feared?”

“That you are not ordinary wolves,” she said quietly. “ You are the heirs of the Royal Star Line-the blood of the first Luna who ever walked beside the Moon Goddess herself.”

The room seemed to shrink around us.

I heard my own voice as if from far away. “That’s just a legend.”

My father shook his head. “We thought so too. But the marks, your transformation, the light… it’s all in the prophecy.”

He turned the parchment so we could read. The words were written in old script, the ink faded but clear:

When the moon bleeds thrice and three are born as one,

The blood of stars shall wake again.

Their bond will heal or break the world.

Lilly’s voice was barely a whisper. “Heal or break?”

“That’s the choice,” my mother said. “ The power you share can unite every pack- or destroy then if divided.”

The weight of it settled over us like snowfall. My mind raced through memories-the shared dreams, the flashes of silver light, the way we always knew each others thoughts before speaking. It wasn’t coincidence; it was inheritance.

James tried to laugh. “So we’re, what, royalty now?

“Royalty is a burden,” Father said. “Not a crown.”

He looked at me then, eyes softening. “ The Moon chose you first because you are her mirror. But the three of you together are her strength.”

I wanted to feel proud. Instead, I felt the same unease that had haunted me since the battle-like power was a tide I could never truly control.

Outside, thunder muttered over the mountains. The light through the window flickered red for a heartbeat-too red.

Emma growled low inside my mind. The shadow moves again.

I turned toward the glass. Far beyond the forest, a thin column of dark smoke curled upward. Not campfire smoke. Something fouler.

Lilly’s eyes met mine. “You see it too.”

“Yes,” I said. “ Whatever this gift is, it just painted a target on us.