Triplets for the Merciless Alpha

First Time

Three days passed.

Three days in which Amaris couldn’t shake the strange fear in her chest… where glances were avoided, and a constant presence neither of them could ignore lingered between them.

That morning, Amaris walked into Kael’s study while he was handling pack matters.

“I’m going to see my parents,” she said without warning.

Kael looked up slowly.

“No.”

There was no doubt in his voice—it was as clear as ever.

“You can’t stop me,” she replied.

“Yes, I can,” he countered, rising to his feet. “I won’t allow you to leave this mansion to go running after that wolf.”

Amaris frowned, but she didn’t pretend ignorance. She knew exactly who he meant.

“I’m not running after anyone. But even if I see him, that changes nothing. He belongs to my pack.”

That was enough. Kael stood and walked toward her.

“Then it’s time to make it clear who you belong to.”

Amaris felt the air tighten around her as he got closer.

“What do you mean…?”

He didn’t answer. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly.

“Kael!” she shouted, but he didn’t stop.

He climbed the stairs without slowing down, ignoring every protest.

He entered the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

He set her down right in front of the bed.

Amaris stepped back onto it, her pulse racing faster than ever.

Her mind filled with one thought: If he marks me… he’ll discover everything.

“Kael…” she said, forcing her voice steady. “Wait…”

He approached. His presence was overwhelming.

“You’re my wife,” he said in a commanding tone. “And I’m tired of you forgetting that.”

He raised his hand… and for a moment, Amaris thought it was going to her neck.

But it didn’t.

His hand stopped, brushing her neck… then shifted.

His fingers grazed her face. It was unexpected—as if even he didn’t understand why he did it.

Kael looked at her… then kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was intense, dominant—as if the taste of her lips reminded him of the lies of his former Luna.

“Can you stop?” Amaris managed to say.

He looked at her—and saw the fear in her eyes.

For a moment… something in him faltered.

The coldness broke.

And that changed everything.

He kissed her again, slower this time. He could feel the taste of her lips, and in his mind, one thought repeated: Why do I like this?

“I’ll make it clear who’s in charge here… because you’re a defiant rebel,” Kael murmured.

He kissed her with intensity—with possession, with passion—but not with roughness.

Amaris responded, surprised by the force of the moment.

Kael’s hands held her firmly… but when he felt the tension in her body, the slight tremor she couldn’t hide…

He slowed.

Their closeness deepened gradually, and Kael realized in that moment that his wife was still untouched.

He paused briefly to look at her, then took a steady breath.

He moved with control—not harsh, but undeniably possessive. Amaris felt the pull of desire, and it made her surrender without fear.

“This is…” Amaris tried to speak, but he placed his hand over her mouth, silencing her.

At last, they reached their peak, soft sounds escaping them both.

When it was over, Kael pulled away first—as if he needed to regain control of himself.

He closed off again, becoming the same man as before.

“Be careful with what you do,” he said, turning his back as he adjusted his shirt. “Because now… you are mine.”

Amaris said nothing, but she knew one thing—that cold man… had not been the same for those few moments.

And that was more dangerous than any threat.

She watched him leave the room without a second thought about what had just happened.

Amaris got up from the bed, dressed, and focused on one thing: going to her safe place—her parents.

She walked through the halls of the mansion and, without asking permission this time, crossed the territory’s borders until she reached her old pack.

The atmosphere shifted the moment she stepped inside—warmer… more familiar.

“Amaris!”

Her father’s voice reached her before she could go any further.

Greyton appeared in front of her and, without hesitation, pulled her into a tight embrace.

“My daughter… you’re still alive…”

Amaris closed her eyes for a second and returned the hug.

“It’s been hard days, Father… but with everything you taught me… I’ve managed to defend myself.”

He pulled back slightly to look at her, as if needing to make sure she was truly alright.

At that moment, her mother rushed out as well.

“Amaris!”

She hugged her just as tightly, full of concern.

“How has everything been? Have they hurt you?”

Amaris shook her head quickly, trying to reassure her.

“Everything is fine… really. You don’t have to worry.”

Her mother looked at her doubtfully, but didn’t press further.

Greyton cleared his throat.

“I’ll prepare something for you to eat. You must be exhausted.”

But Amaris shook her head immediately.

“No… I can’t stay. I just came to make sure you were okay. I have to return to the Blackthorn mansion.”

Her parents exchanged glances, but finally embraced her again.

“Be careful,” her mother whispered.

Amaris stepped away and began walking toward the edge of the territory.

But she didn’t get far before she heard a voice call her name.

“Amaris…”

Daryl appeared in front of her, approaching quickly—and without thinking, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“It’s good to see you…” he said, relief evident in his voice. “I thought—”

“What? That I was dead?” she asked with a soft laugh.