Stolen by the Triplet Alphas: The Luna's Revenge

AVERY I stopped whistling. The scent hit me first—cloying perfume and something sharper, muskier. Not mine. His, mixed with something else. The packhouse should have smelled like home. Wild pine, damp wood, the crisp bite of autumn air that always drifted in through the windows. But now, it reeked of sweat, s.ex, and something bitter enough to make my stomach turn. Something was wrong. Everything was wrong. What the f.uck was he doing? “Kyle--” I stopped, my breath coming out in a shallow gasp when I heard the voice. “I don’t know why you are still with her. You’re the alpha now.” It was Jessa's voice. I grit my teeth, blinking back the tears. The hallway behind me was quiet, eerily so. A laugh. High, feminine, intimate. This wasn’t Jessa’s laughter. This one was also familiar. Lyra. The women I called my best friends. Bastard. Fuck.ing bastard. And bitches, fuck.ing bitches. “Because the pack is still hers. Why are you complaining now? Shut up and suck my c.ock, Jess.” He moaned. She must have obliged. “The pack might be hers, but it won’t be hard to chase her away, Kylen. We want to be yours, not in secret… not like whores.” This was Lyra. “Not you too,” Kylen said in a long groan. “When she is done sucking me, I want your pus.sy, Ly.” “My pus.sy wants your tongue now. I can’t wait, my wolf is hungry.” My body tightened when Lyra’s moan filled the quiet. I burned with shame and fear. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide. “Why are you ashamed, when they are the ones who are cheating?” my wolf, Ember, howled. “This is why I told you not to trust him, not to make him your mate.” I chose him. Goddess help me, I chose him. I chose him to become a part of my life. I told myself it was for the pack. For their safety. For their future. I let those words bury my instincts—bury Ember’s voice—because I needed to believe there was a purpose in my suffering. That my sacrifice mattered. But Ember was right. She always had been. “He is a fuckin’ loser,” she growled now, pacing like a caged animal in the back of my mind. Her rage radiated off my bones. “You should have waited for our mate.” “I should have,” I whispered, the confession like glass dragged down my throat. Regret blistered across my skin like flame. This was the second worst day of my life. The first was the day my parents were killed during a massive rogue attack. The day marked in blood for Elkmoon. I lost everything that day. Rogues tore through our borders, and we were a big pack, but the attack was a surprise, and we weren’t prepared. Half my pack was killed, half wounded. My mother’s scream still haunted my sleep. My father’s body was found in pieces, trying to hold the line. Everything fell apart after that. Kylen stepped in like a savior. The Beta who took command when the Alpha seat was still dripping with blood. He was strong, unshaken, and confident. He told the pack he would rebuild. That we’d be safe under him. I believed him. I was too broken to mistrust him. Twenty-one, orphaned, and suddenly heir to a legacy I never asked for. The Luna title tasted like a bitter medicine. Everyone looked at me like I was supposed to lead. But I couldn’t lead—not like that. Not without protection. Not without an Alpha. Kylen offered a solution. A bond. Of politics. Of survival. He was already my boyfriend, but I was waiting for my mate, and then I hadn't the time to wait. Everything was decided for me. “We love each other. It makes sense,” he had said. “Together, we will stabilize the pack,” he’d said, his mouth brushing my ear in the council chamber, his hand too tight on my arm. “They need something to believe in. You can be that.” And I agreed. I should have listened to Ember. Her instincts had always been sharper than mine. He used my distress, my heartbreak, my brokenness. I let him mark me. Not alone in the forest beneath a silver moon, not with fire and fate singing in our blood. It happened in front of the pack, a spectacle, a show. I smiled through it. Nodded when they clapped and howled. I played the part. Even Ember went silent that night, curling into herself with something that felt a lot like grief. “Don’t do this,” she had warned me before. “He isn’t ours. He’ll break us.” But I didn’t listen. I thought I could control it. I thought if I kept the pack together, it would all be worth it. That our love, even without fated bond, was enough to survive. But I realized now… I had only ever been a pawn. He wanted my power, my title, my pack, and now he had it all. Everyone in the pack loved Kylen. He was kind to them, he was soft. While I drifted through them like a ghost after my parents’ death, unseeing, he made them HIS. He helped them, he built their lives, houses, and earned their loyalty. I knew they would choose him over me if there was a war between us. They wouldn’t hesitate to push me out for him. I had nothing now. No friends. No mate. No family. I am truly an orphan now. I stepped forward on numb legs, my bare feet silent against the cold wooden floor. My heartbeat roared in my ears, so loud it drowned out the whisper of doubt that had plagued me for weeks. I knew, but I didn’t want to. His bedroom door was open just enough. Just enough for the flicker of candlelight to spill through. Just enough for me to hear the sounds. The moan. The sound of bodies slapping against each other, wet and desperate. The scent of lust suffocated me. I gave him everything when he had nothing, and this was how he had chosen to repay me. My hands trembled as I pushed the door open. Kylen lay sprawled across the bed, skin golden in the candlelight. Naked completely. Jessa was sucking his co.ck, and Lyra… my other friend--well, that was what they told me they were--was on his face as he fu.cked her with his tongue. The breath left my lungs like I’d been punched. I staggered back a step, gripping the edge of the doorframe like it could anchor me. The air was thick with the sickly-sweet stench of sweat and s*x. My eyes burned. My throat locked up. He turned his head lazily, lips still shiny from Lyra's c.um, and met my gaze. No guilt. No panic. Just irritation. “What are you doing here already?” he said, like I was the one intruding. My knees went weak. The room wavered around me, as though I were underwater. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t stop looking at them—at their bodies, at the way Lyra didn’t even flinch as she moved away from him. Jessa gave me a little wave, like this was some awkward dinner party. “I trusted you,” I choked out. My voice trembled, barely audible over the thrum of blood in my ears. I stood there like a ghost in my own home, my own packhouse, swallowed by the scent of betrayal. Kylen sat up, not even bothering to cover himself. “I didn’t think you’d be home so early.” “f*****g assh.ole.” Ember howled. My stomach flipped. Lyra shrugged into her robe with practiced ease, eyes sliding past me like I was nothing. “This is between you two,” she said, but she didn’t leave. Neither did Jessa. “Why? I trusted you.” His expression didn’t change. “I am sorry.” His tone was flat, almost bored. He wasn’t sorry. “I have needs and you… you don’t know how to satisfy me, not like them,” he said, looking up at Jessa, who was now running her fingers through her messy hair. I felt my whole body shaking, but I couldn’t stop. “You are a f*****g monster. I gave you this, I gave you the whole pack, because I thought you’d protect us, protect me.” “I protected the pack and you. I kept all my promises, Avery. I did.” He looked me dead in the eyes. “You should just look the other way. You’re still my Luna.” “How long would I be?” I asked, swiping at my tears. I didn’t want to cry like a loser, but the tears wouldn’t stop. “Always,” he said, standing up from the bed, wrapping the bed cover around him. Jessa and Lyra looked disappointed, but didn’t say anything. The crack in my heart split wide open. “Okay, but you won’t be the Alpha, not anymore,” I whispered. “I will call the council and break our bond. And then…” He moved fast. Too fast. One second, he was feet away. The next, he had me by the wrist, yanking me close. His breath was hot against my cheek. “Careful, Avery,” he snarled. “You… are nothing without me. Remember that. I made you. I can easily unmake you.” I didn’t recognize the man in front of me. Not anymore. “We will see,” I said, my voice trembling with fury. He just smirked. “You will reject me, and lose everything? Be serious. You won’t touch me. You can’t. You know this pack is no longer yours.” Jessa chuckled behind him. Lyra stepped beside her, both of them watching me like vultures circling a wounded animal. I ripped my arm free from Kylen’s punishing hold, and stumbled back, chest heaving. Kylen’s voice followed me as I turned to leave. “You’ll stay quiet, Avery. Or you’ll pay for it, pay for all of it.” “I won’t be quiet. Not after this.” He leaned close again, voice low and smug. “You belong to me. Whether you like it or not.” My blood turned to ice. “I don’t… belong to anyone.” *** I ran. Not fast enough. Not far enough. But I made it to my room and slammed the door shut behind me, twisting the lock with shaking fingers. It clicked into place, the only thing between me and him. My chest heaved. He betrayed me, and he didn’t even try to deny it. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone from the dresser. I dialed the Alpha Council number. They were my last hope. If there was any justice left in our world, they’d listen. I held the phone to my ear, pacing the room, my heart breaking further. Ring. I wouldn’t live with a cheater. No. He wouldn’t get my pack. He didn’t deserve it. He was right. The pack wasn’t mine anymore, not in the way that mattered. But I’d fight. I’d scream. I’d burn down everything if I had to. “I refuse to live like this,” I whispered. “You won’t,” Ember growled, low and lethal in the back of my mind. “We won’t.” “Hello,” a woman said on the line. “Alpha Council Office. How may I help you?” My lungs collapsed with relief. That calm voice felt like the first real breath in days. “I’m Luna Av—” I began. CRACK. The door exploded inward with a roar. I barely turned before Kylen lunged through the debris, half-shifted, his form twisted between man and wolf. Claws extended. Eyes wild. His mouth curled back over sharp, gleaming teeth. I screamed. But he was on me before the sound could fully escape. His body slammed into mine, and we crashed to the ground. My skull hit the floor with a sickening thud, stars exploding behind my eyes. The phone flew from my hand, skittering across the wood. I reached for it, but he grabbed my arm, yanking me back, twisting it. Pain lanced through my shoulder. Jessa grabbed my phone from the floor and calmly removed the battery. “Kylen, stop!” I gasped, struggling beneath him, but his grip tightened. His claws dug into my forearm, slicing through skin. Warm blood trickled down my elbow. My legs kicked uselessly, trying to dislodge him, but he was too heavy, too fast. His knee pressed into my ribs, crushing the air from my lungs. “I gave you everything,” I choked out, fighting the tears stinging my eyes. “And you…” “Now you’re ruining everything. Why won’t you listen to me? I told you that you’ll always be my Luna, Avery, and now look… look what you made me do.” He slapped me hard, his claws cutting my cheek. My head whipped to the side, and the taste of blood filled my mouth. My cheek throbbed, vision blurring. Ember howled in fury inside me. “You think they’ll save you?” Kylen growled, his face inches from mine. “The Council? You’re nothing without me.” Lyra stepped in with Wolfsbane infused with silver, carefully tying it around me, imprisoning my wolf. He slammed my arm against the floor again. Something cracked. I bit back a scream, stars dancing at the edges of my vision. Every nerve ending screamed, but I forced myself to stay awake. “Survive.” Ember’s voice was weak. Ember was fading. He bent closer, breath hot and feral. “If you ever try something like that again, I’ll make you disappear, Avery. The pack will believe whatever I tell them. No one will come.” Just like that, he stood, breathing hard, shoulders heaving as he stared down at me like I was some unruly mutt he had to beat into submission. And maybe that’s how he’d always seen me. I curled up on the floor, cradling my broken arm, blood dripping onto the hardwood. Jessa and Lyra moved, yanking me up. I was moved to another room. Not so broken, but smaller, stuffier. I hadn’t the strength to fight, to cry, to scream. “Ember?” Only silence. They pushed me to the bed, and walked out, the sound of the door closing behind was so final. So ultimate. I was a prisoner. ___