My Triplet Alphas

Morning the the Alpha wing

I woke slowly, to the low hum of morning light pouring through the tall windows and the scent of sandalwood, pinewood, and clove lingering faintly in the air.

For a second, I didn’t move—half afraid that if I blinked, I’d find myself back in the cold darkness of that bunker. But instead, I was wrapped in warm sheets, lying in a bed that smelled like them… Zander’s steady pinewood and sharp rain, Zayden’s smoky clove, and Zavier’s electric-sweet sandalwood.

The mattress dipped beside me as someone stood.

I cracked my eyes open just in time to see Zander pulling a dark shirt over his head. His golden skin caught the soft light, muscles flexing as he moved. There was quiet strength in the way he carried himself, as if every motion was deliberate. Purposeful.

“You’re awake,” he said gently when he caught me watching.

“Barely.” My voice rasped like gravel. “What time is it?”

“Just after six. We didn’t want to wake you. You needed the rest.”

I slowly sat up, glancing around the room. The other side of the bed was empty, but faint traces of Zayden’s and Zavier’s scents lingered. “Where are the others?”

“Zavier’s already at the training grounds,” he said. “Zayden’s heading to the border patrol meeting.”

“And you?”

Zander gave me a small smile. “Was about to go. But I wanted to make sure you were alright first.”

My heart tugged painfully at the gentleness in his voice. The three of them didn’t just make me feel safe—they made me feel seen.

“I’m okay,” I murmured. “A little sore. A little overwhelmed. But okay.”

He stepped forward, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Amelia will be with the kids this morning. Your Luna training starts today.”

A pit of nerves twisted in my stomach. “I don’t know anything about being a Luna.”

Zander crouched down beside the bed, amber eyes catching mine. “That’s what training is for. And you won’t be doing it alone.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “What do I even wear for… Luna things?”

He chuckled, the sound low and soft. “There’s a wardrobe full of options. Zarina helped Amelia pick them out for you.”

That drew a small laugh from me. “Of course she did.”

Zander stood and pressed a kiss to my temple. It was tender, not demanding. Reassuring.

“I’ll see you at lunch.”

Then he was gone, leaving a gentle ache in his absence.

I peeled myself from the bed slowly, every muscle reminding me that I was still healing. My body was softer than before, my belly marked from the emergency C-section, but I no longer felt like a stranger in it. Not completely. Zack had brought me back to myself.

After a quick shower, I stepped into the wardrobe and found a few casual Luna-appropriate outfits. I settled on a soft knit cream sweater and black leggings, tying my hair up in a loose bun. Comfortable, but presentable.

By the time I made it to the Alpha wing’s main corridor, Amelia was already waiting near the staircase with baby Zack nestled in her arms and Ellie perched on her hip.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” she greeted with a smile.

Zack’s sleepy eyes fluttered open, and Ellie chirped a loud “Mama!” as she reached for me.

Tears stung my eyes at the sight of both my babies. I took Ellie first, hugging her tight, then kissed the top of Zack’s soft, fuzzy head as Amelia handed him over.

“You’ve got strong babies,” Amelia said proudly. “And a strong heart.”

“I’m trying.”

She motioned for me to follow her. “Today we’ll start with something simple. A walkthrough of the pack house, some introductions, and then we’ll sit with the elders to go over history and protocol.”

As we moved through the halls, I realized just how vast this mansion really was. I’d barely seen a fraction of it. The Alpha wing had its own private kitchen and library, but once we entered the central area, I could feel the shift—pack members moved with deference and familiarity. Some bowed slightly as I passed. Others gave warm, curious smiles.

Whispers followed me, none unkind, but still… unsettling.

“That’s her.”

“The Luna.”

“She survived Carl’s prison.”

Ellie clung to me tightly as I adjusted Zack in my arms. I held my head higher and kept walking.

Amelia showed me the common spaces—the dining hall, war room, the pup nursery—and introduced me to warriors and omegas, nurses and cooks, all of whom treated me with a strange mix of reverence and relief. As if just by standing here, I was proof of hope.

Eventually, we reached the training grounds.

Zavier was there, shirt off, sweat glistening on his back as he demonstrated a series of maneuvers for a younger group of warriors. When he spotted us, he jogged over and immediately took Zack from my arms.

“Someone’s a morning grumbler,” he said, bouncing Zack expertly. “Just like Zayden used to be.”

“I heard that,” Zayden called from across the field, striding over with Zaylen at his side. The nine-year-old beamed when he saw me and Ellie.

“Can I carry her?” he asked.

“Sure, but let’s walk together, okay?”

He took Ellie carefully into his arms, already such a protective little shadow. Zarina came running from the sidelines a moment later and tugged at my hand.

“Did you see my room? I added glow stars for Ellie!”

“I’ll have to come see it tonight,” I told her.

The rest of the morning blurred into meetings and note-taking. By the time lunch rolled around, I was back in the Alpha wing’s sunroom with all three triplets, both babies asleep in bassinets nearby, and a heavy sense of exhaustion anchoring me.

“You did good today,” Zayden said, pouring me a glass of juice. “Really good.”

I leaned back on the couch, resting my head on Zander’s shoulder. “Still feels like a dream.”

“It’ll feel real soon enough,” Zavier murmured, brushing a hand over Zack’s bassinet. “You were born for this, Cassidy. You’re already everything this pack needs.”

I looked at the three of them—their matching amber eyes, identical strength and gentleness—and then at my babies.

Maybe, just maybe… I could believe it.