My Triplet Alphas

The first night

The pack mansion was quiet, bathed in silver light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows as I stood awkwardly at the doorway of their room—our room now, apparently.

It was massive. The space was cozy despite its size, warmly lit with soft lamps and thick rugs over dark wood floors. The bed—if you could even call it that—was one giant structure, large enough for all three Alphas to share comfortably. And now… me.

It was daunting.

I clutched my soft robe a little tighter around my body. I felt raw, vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with physical wounds. This was the first night since my rescue that I wouldn’t have Ellie curled into my side. My baby girl was in Zarina’s room now, just down the hall. Zarina had squealed with delight at the idea of having “a baby sister for sleepovers,” and Zaylen had made it clear he’d posted himself as her self-appointed protector. I trusted them. I did. But letting go still hurt.

“Cass?” Zayden’s voice was soft as he stepped behind me, barefoot and dressed in sleep pants and a dark shirt. “You okay?”

I turned slightly, inhaling that now-familiar blend of warm clove and smoky fire. His scent grounded me, even as nerves fluttered in my chest. “Just… taking it in.”

Zavier appeared on my other side, smelling of sandalwood and crackling lightning, his eyes warm. “We can give you more space if you need it. You don’t have to stay in the bed right away if it feels like too much.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I want to try.”

Then came Zander, always the quietest of the three, steady and watchful. His scent—pinewood and sharp rain—was somehow the most familiar of them all. He brushed my hair gently back from my face and gave a small nod.

“Let’s make it a peaceful night.”

I climbed into the giant bed, sinking into impossibly soft sheets and a downy mattress that felt like a cloud. I settled on one edge, careful to leave space. But the brothers didn’t crowd me. They each found a place—Zayden on the other edge, Zavier near the middle, and Zander between us, as though creating a quiet barrier, a buffer of safety.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Then, Zayden broke the silence. “How are you really feeling?”

The question made my throat tighten. I stared at the ceiling for a long moment. “Like everything is too big. Like I’m standing on the edge of something… and I don’t know if I’m supposed to fall or fly.”

“That’s fair,” Zavier said quietly. “You’ve been through hell.”

“I still feel like I’m in it sometimes,” I admitted. “But… less when I’m with you.”

Zander shifted slightly closer, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body. “The bond will keep growing. You’ll find peace in it eventually. It doesn’t erase what happened… but it does help heal.”

I turned my head to look at him. His amber eyes were already on me.

“I don’t know how to be someone’s mate,” I whispered. “Let alone three of you.”

“You already are,” Zayden said, voice low. “You’re doing it. Just by letting us in.”

“And we’ll never push,” Zavier added. “This is your pace. Your journey.”

Emotion caught in my chest again—grief, gratitude, exhaustion, and something terrifyingly close to hope.

I blinked hard and looked down at my hands. “Ellie was so brave tonight. She didn’t cry once.”

“She knew you were still close,” Zander said. “She’s safe with Zarina. I checked the monitors before bed.”

“You’re watching?”

“Always,” he said simply.

I swallowed thickly. “And Zack?”

“Asleep in Amelia’s arms,” Zayden murmured. “She didn’t want to let him go tonight.”

“Do you miss him already?” Zavier teased gently.

I nodded, the corners of my lips twitching into a tired smile. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? I carried him for the whole pregnancy and now I can barely go nine minutes without missing him.”

“It’s not ridiculous,” Zander said. “You’re a mother.”

“You’re his mother,” Zayden added. “And you’ll never have to raise him alone.”

The warmth in their words settled over me like a second blanket. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

After a while, the conversation faded. The room dimmed. One of the windows was cracked open slightly, letting in the cool night air and the soft sound of wind brushing through trees.

I lay there, listening to the triplets breathe around me.

And slowly—hesitantly—I shifted just an inch closer to Zander. My hand brushed his arm.

He didn’t move, didn’t speak. But his hand found mine a moment later, fingers curling around mine gently. Anchoring.

On the other side of the bed, Zayden stirred and reached out too, his fingertips brushing my calf.

And Zavier, even from a few feet away, murmured softly into the night, “Sleep well, Cassidy.”

For the first time in what felt like forever… I thought I might.