Becoming Luna: My Triplet Alphas

Chapter 9: Are you thinking about Stella?

Tyson's POV

Mom: She’s here?!

Melissa: No, they would tell us first

Raven: They’re men, of course not

Flora: Stop texting. They’re probably in the middle of some sick orgy thing

Dad: Flora. Language.

Delilah: That’s TMI. I didn’t need to know that about my brothers

Tyson: We’re not having an orgy

Mason: Not yet

I had anticipated this moment for so long—finding our mate and having her become ours. Of course, it didn’t happen quite like the fantasies I’d envisioned over the years. For a long time, we thought she might live in another country or that the Moon Goddess had decided we didn’t deserve a mate. Perhaps we had misstepped in a past life, and this was our punishment. The thought haunted us, though we never spoke it aloud.

When Jaxon came home that Saturday, though, everything changed. He smelled like her. Both Mason and I knew instantly. He tried to cover it up, but there was no hiding something that monumental—not from us, not when we had waited for so long. Mason, naturally, flew off the handle. That wasn’t a surprise. He always was the more impulsive one among us. The excitement of it all was palpable, almost electric.

Seeing her at her apartment that night—seeing Mason wrap her in his arms, seeing her panic and become overwhelmed—it was clear things would not go the way we had hoped. I realized then that we had to discard the idea of immediate mating and marking. It wasn’t a rejection; it was her humanity. She needed time, patience, and understanding.

Mate feels comfortable around us, Rex, my wolf, murmured in my mind.

He was right. I felt it when she touched my chest earlier, the way her fingers lingered as though testing the connection. When she spoke about her hobbies, her voice was soft and unguarded, a melody we couldn’t get enough of. Mason, of course, was coming on too strong. He always had an intense way about him, but we couldn’t approach this like a traditional wolf bond. Normally, we would mark our mate and let the bond do the rest. But she wasn’t accustomed to our ways, so we had to tread carefully—build trust before the bond could solidify.

We could listen to mate all day long, Rex chimed in again, his voice filled with pride.

Her voice was soothing, nurturing. A true Luna. Our Luna. She had that undeniable presence—a quiet strength that could lead with grace. A part of me marveled at how effortlessly she embodied the qualities we had dreamed of. Of course, she was nervous. How could she not be? Learning you had three mates—three men willing to move heaven and earth for you—was a lot to process. It was overwhelming even for us, and we had grown up knowing it was possible.

“What?” Jaxon’s voice broke through my thoughts as he answered his phone, leaving the living room in the process.

Stella shifted slightly in her seat, her legs crossing delicately as her hands fell into her lap. Her movements were subtle but hypnotic. She radiated an unintentional allure, her every motion a dance we couldn’t help but watch. And then, there it was—that intoxicating scent of her arousal. The subtle shift in her position had heightened it, wrapping around me like a spell.

“You’re very intense,” she said to Mason, her lips curving into a sly smile.

“As I said, I’m just telling you the truth.” Mason’s tone was unapologetic, his sincerity almost endearing. He leaned closer, his focus locked entirely on her.

“So, all werewolves are this intense?” She raised a brow, her playfulness catching me off guard.

“No,” I interjected, leaning forward slightly, “some of us can actually control ourselves and answer a normal question.”

Her chuckle was light, airy—a sound that warmed me from the inside out.

“What can I say? I’m obsessed,” Mason admitted, grinning unabashedly.

Jaxon re-entered the room, his phone tucked back into his pocket. His expression had shifted, the easy warmth replaced with the focus of an Alpha addressing his pack. “I’m so sorry, Stella, but we have a situation that needs our attention.”

“Oh,” Stella replied, her posture straightening. The movement only emphasized the graceful curve of her figure. Even in a simple tank top, she exuded an effortless beauty that was impossible to ignore. “Well, I can just grab an Uber or something.”

“No!” Mason’s response was immediate and forceful, his tone laced with urgency.

“What Mason means to say,” I clarified, “is that you’re more than welcome to stay here.”

Her lips curved into a soft smile, her gaze settling on Jaxon. “Well, sure, if you don’t mind?”

“If it were up to me,” Jaxon replied, his voice warm and steady, “you’d never leave again.”

A blush bloomed across her cheeks, painting her skin with a delicate pink hue. She nodded, her movements graceful yet hesitant. “Here’s the remote if you want to watch TV,” I said, pointing to the remote on the coffee table. “If you’re hungry, feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”

“Thank you,” she replied, her smile making my chest tighten with an unfamiliar but welcome sensation.

“Just remember to put the knife back where you find it,” Mason added with a teasing grin, “unless you want to unleash Tyson’s wrath.”

Mate can do whatever she wants, Rex growled possessively in my mind.

“He’s just kidding,” I said, winking at her. But Mason wasn’t entirely joking. He had a knack for leaving the kitchen in disarray, and I hated the chaos he left behind, even if it was just a toast or sandwich, the man was able of using every last utensil we owned. The thought of Stella navigating that mess made me grimace internally.

Reluctantly, we left her in the living room as we headed to the packhouse. Meetings regarding the pack’s welfare were always held there, and today’s was no different. Our dad, still officially the Alpha, was already present along with our mom, our beta, and our gamma.

The moment we walked in, our mom rushed toward me, her hands cupping my face as she beamed with unrestrained joy. “I knew she would come around!”

She had been my confidante throughout this entire ordeal, her advice invaluable as we navigated the complexities of finding and bonding with our mate.

“It seems that way,” I replied, my smile mirroring hers. The thought of Stella back at the house, waiting for us, filled me with a warmth I couldn’t explain.

“What does she look like?”

“Mom,” Jaxon interjected, his tone patient but firm, “we have more pressing matters to discuss.”

“How can discussing the future Luna not be pressing?”

Our dad, ever the composed Alpha, cleared his throat. “We’ll have plenty of time to discuss that later. For now, let’s focus on the rogue situation.”

Reluctantly, our mom stepped aside, though her excitement was still evident in her expression.

“What’s the situation?” Jaxon asked, his voice taking on the authoritative edge of a leader in training.

Benjamin, our beta, stepped forward. “We’ve captured four more. Three women and a young boy, barely seventeen. From what we’ve gathered, the boy found them recently and has been protecting them.”

“They haven’t been traveling together long, then?” Mason asked, his arms crossed over his chest in a stance that radiated quiet power.

“It’s hard to tell,” Benjamin said, scratching his neck with a thoughtful expression. “The women won’t talk, and the boy doesn’t trust us yet. He seems... guarded.”

“Why would a young boy be a rogue?” Mom’s voice carried a note of deep concern, the kind only a Luna could muster. Every fiber of her being seemed focused on the well-being of the pack, even a potential outsider. “No wolf would cast her child out to become a rogue.”

“He’s strong,” Gamma Roth interjected, his tone both admiring and wary. “Even though he’s young, it took three of our warriors to restrain him.”

“Is he a threat?” I asked, my gaze flickering between Benjamin and Roth.

Benjamin shook his head slowly, his expression contemplative. “Not exactly. The only thing he’s shown any real aggression about is protecting the women. He thought we might harm them.”

“Why would he think that?” Jaxon’s tone was sharp as he sat down at the round table, his posture rigid with authority.

“They’ve been through hell,” Roth explained, his brows furrowing. “Attacked by rogue wolves, sure—but also vampires. The boy fought them all off.”

“He fought off vampires?” Mason’s incredulity was palpable as he straightened, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Roth nodded. “He did. Like I said, he’s strong—unusually strong for someone his age.”

“Where is he now?” Dad asked, his voice level but commanding.

“We’ve got him in the dungeons,” Benjamin replied with a shrug. “He’s too powerful and too volatile to leave unchecked. He’s angry, distrustful, and won’t let us near the women unless he’s present.”

I couldn’t help but wonder how Stella would approach this situation. Would she have some unique perspective? Rex, my wolf, was quick to chime in. She’d talk to the boy.

The idea resonated with me. “Maybe we just need to ask the right kind of questions,” I suggested aloud, earning curious looks from everyone. “Has anyone really tried to communicate with him?”

Mason’s grin was sly as he leaned back in his chair. “You’re thinking about Stella, aren’t you?” he teased. When I nodded, his grin widened. “Me too.”

Turning back to Dad, Mason added, “Maybe we should let the new Luna talk to him.”

“Are you insane?” Jaxon’s voice thundered through the room. “What if he hurts her?”

“Nobody would dare hurt her,” Mason shot back, his tone firm. “I’d be there to protect her.”

“It’s worth considering,” I added, my voice steady. “It might be good practice for her future role.”

Benjamin stood abruptly, his expression shifting to one of urgency. “There’s a breach!” he announced before sprinting from the room, with Mason, Dad, and Roth close on his heels.

Jaxon grabbed my upper arms, stopping me in my tracks. His gaze burned with intensity. “Go check on Stella,” he ordered. “Make sure she’s safe.” Then he was gone.

Most might find it strange that I let Jaxon, my brother and equal, give me such a direct command. Normally, I would’ve protested. But in this instance, him entrusting me with Stella’s safety meant everything. Without hesitation, I hurried back to the cottage.

The relief I felt when I saw her sitting on the couch was immediate and profound. She looked utterly relaxed, a plate of food in front of her with only a few crumbs left. She smiled softly at the TV, her gaze focused on a cartoon—Family Guy, from the looks of it. The absurd antics of Peter Griffin filled the room with lighthearted humor.

She turned toward me as I entered the living room. “Hey,” she greeted with a small, sweet smile. “Did the meeting go well?”

“Sort of,” I replied, stepping closer. But honesty weighed on me, and I decided not to sugarcoat things. “Actually, no.”

Her bright blue eyes locked onto mine, concern etching her delicate features. Her eyes... they were mesmerizing. A soft, pale blue around the edges, blending seamlessly into a near-white ring around her pupils. They reminded me of a summer sky just before the sun blazed at its peak, an endless expanse of calm and clarity. Her gaze seemed to search mine for answers, drawing me in like a moth to flame.

Her beauty was unparalleled. Every detail of her face was perfectly proportioned, yet softened by the natural charm of her freckles that scattered like stardust across her high cheekbones and nose. Her lips were full and inviting, glossed with a faint sheen that shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the window. Stray curls of her blonde hair had escaped her hair tie, framing her face with effortless grace.

She was a vision. Strength and vulnerability existed in harmony within her, a quality that seemed almost otherworldly. The loose white tank top she wore hung just right, hinting at the gentle curve of her shoulders and the faint outline of her collarbones. A pair of simple silver necklaces adorned her neck, adding to her understated elegance.

“What happened?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry. Her gaze flicked over me, checking for injuries in a way that was endearing.

I sank onto the couch beside her, the cushion dipping slightly under my weight. The cartoon continued playing in the background, Peter Griffin bumbling his way through another misguided scheme. “Well,” I began, placing my hands on my thighs, “the warriors found rogues on our pack lands.”

Her brow furrowed, but she waited patiently for me to continue.

“That means some of them might need help,” I explained. “Housing, food, maybe medical care. But one of them—a young boy—has been particularly difficult. He won’t tell us anything about where he’s been or where he’s going.”

“Being a rogue,” she murmured, her gaze distant, “it’s kind of like being homeless, right?”

“It’s similar,” I admitted. “But for wolves, being without a pack is especially dangerous. We’re hearing whispers that the vampires in the area might be preparing for something. No wolf should be left behind while tensions are this high.”

“Are you in danger?” she asked, her eyes wide with concern.

“Not at the moment,” I reassured her. “The vampires are too disorganized to pose a real threat. But we did have a breach.”

“What does that mean?” She turned fully toward me, her leg tucked beneath her. The movement brought her closer, her knee brushing against my thigh.

“It means someone crossed our borders without permission. We don’t know yet if they have bad intentions or if they’re just seeking refuge. Either way, we have to investigate.”

Her expression softened, but the worry lingered in her eyes. “And that’s where Mason and Jaxon are?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“Because you’re here.” The answer was simple, but it held an undeniable weight. “We’re not risking your safety for anything.”

She tilted her head slightly, a puzzled look crossing her face. “Am I not safe here?”

“Of course you are, Stella.” My hand moved instinctively, cupping her cheek. Her skin was warm and impossibly soft beneath my palm. “But as long as you’re not a wolf, we won’t leave you alone. It’s just not in our nature.”

A soft smile graced her lips as she leaned into my touch. The simple gesture sent a rush of warmth through me. Mate likes it when we touch her, Rex noted smugly.

Her expression shifted, a spark of realization lighting her eyes. “As long as I’m not a wolf?” she echoed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “Jaxon didn’t tell you?”

Her jaw dropped, a mix of indignation and curiosity in her expression. “He most certainly did not!”