The Alpha’s Regret: My Secret Triplets

The scent of cedarwood and cold mountain rain hit me before I even opened my eyes. It was intoxicating. It was primal. It was the scent of my soul’s other half. Today was my eighteenth birthday. The day every werewolf in the Blackwood Pack lived for. The day we find our fated mate. "Aria! Hurry up! The Alpha’s inauguration is about to begin!" my best friend, Maya, yelled from downstairs. I took a deep breath, a small smile playing on my lips. I had known who my mate was for years. Caleb Blackwood—the future Alpha, the boy I had grown up with, the man I had loved in secret since I was ten. Every time he looked at me, I felt a spark. Today, the Moon Goddess would finally make it official. I put on my simplest white dress, my heart thumping like a trapped bird. As I walked toward the pack square, the atmosphere was electric. Today wasn't just my birthday; it was the day Caleb would officially take the mantle of Alpha. I saw him standing on the stone podium, looking breathtakingly handsome in a dark suit that strained against his powerful muscles. His jaw was set, his silver-blue eyes scanning the crowd. When his eyes met mine, the world stopped. Mate. My inner wolf, though small and silent, whispered the word for the first time. I stepped forward, my heart overflowing with joy. I waited for him to jump down, to sweep me into his arms and claim me in front of everyone. But Caleb didn’t move. Instead, his eyes turned cold—colder than I had ever seen them. Beside him stepped Elena, the daughter of the neighboring Alpha. She was tall, blonde, and wore a smirk that told me she had already won a war I didn't know was being fought. She wrapped her arm around Caleb’s waist. He didn't pull away. "Pack members," Caleb’s voice boomed, amplified by his Alpha aura. "Before I take the oath, there is a matter of the heart I must settle." The crowd went silent. I felt a chill run down my spine. Caleb looked directly at me. There was no love in his gaze. Only disdain. "Aria Vance," he said, his voice echoing through the clearing. "You are a wolf who has yet to shift. You are weak. A Luna must be a pillar of strength for this pack. She must be a warrior. You… are nothing but a burden." Gasps erupted around me. I felt the color drain from my face. "Caleb, what are you saying?" I whispered, my voice trembling. He took a sharp breath, his expression hardening into a mask of cruelty. "I, Caleb Blackwood, future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, hereby reject you, Aria Vance, as my mate and future Luna. Our bond is a mistake of the Goddess, and I sever it here and now." The words hit me like a physical blow to the chest. PAIN. It wasn't just emotional. It was a searing, white-hot agony that ripped through my very soul. I collapsed to my knees, clutching my chest, gasping for air as the invisible thread connecting my spirit to his snapped with the force of a thunderclap. I let out a broken sob, my forehead pressing against the cold dirt. Through the haze of pain, I heard the crowd whispering. "She's wolfless anyway." "What did she expect? An Alpha needs a real woman." "Pathetic." Elena leaned over the podium, looking down at me like I was a piece of trash beneath her designer heels. "You heard him, runt. Go find a human to play with. You don't belong here." Caleb didn't even look at me again. He turned to Elena, took her hand, and kissed her deeply in front of the entire pack. "Behold your new Luna!" he roared. The pack erupted in cheers—the same people I had grown up with, the same people I called family. They cheered for my heart’s destruction. I forced myself to stand. My legs were shaking, and the hole in my chest felt like a bleeding wound that would never heal. I didn't look back. I didn't beg. I turned around and ran. I ran past the square, past my house, and straight into the dark woods. I didn't know then that the Moon Goddess had a twisted sense of humor. I didn't know that the rejection would trigger something deep inside my blood. And I certainly didn't know that, nestled inside me, a tiny heartbeat—no, three tiny heartbeats—had just begun to pulse. Caleb had rejected me because he thought I was weak. He had no idea he had just lost the most powerful heirs the werewolf world had seen in a thousand years.