Mated to the Enemy's Triplets

Chapter 1: Poison and Fate

POV: Seraphina

The big room was very, very quiet. It belonged to Alpha Magnus, the leader of the pack. The room smelled like old books and his strong whiskey. I stood there in the dark, holding a tiny glass bottle.

My hand was not shaking. I had been waiting for this day for fourteen years. Inside the bottle was a special poison. It had no smell and no taste. If Magnus drank it, it would look like his heart just stopped. No one would ever know it was me. They would think he was just old. But I would know it was for my family.

The clock on the wall went tick, tock. It was midnight. The servants said Magnus always had one last drink of whiskey in this room before bed. I was pretending to be a servant girl named Sara. It was the perfect plan to get close to him. He was the wolf who had destroyed my home and my family.

I took the little cork out of the bottle. I held it over his glass of whiskey. The poison was about to drip into the glass.

“This is for my mother and father,” I thought. “This is for my pack.”

But before a single drop could fall, everything changed.

I smelled three things all at once. They didn't float into the room, they crashed into it. One smell was like pine trees and a campfire. It was wild and strong. The second smell was like fresh rain and herbs. It was smart and calm. The third smell was like cedar wood and mint. It was warm and kind.

My heart started beating like a drum. My plan didn't say anything about this!

The door to the room opened. Three young men walked in. They were tall and strong, and I knew right away they were the source of the smells. They were the Alpha’s sons. The triplets.

The moment they saw me, it felt like a bolt of lightning shot through my body. A strange, magical feeling connected me to all three of them. It was so strong that my knees started to shake.

“Mate.”

The word just appeared in my head. It wasn't my thought. It was a feeling from deep inside me, from a part of me I had kept hidden for a very long time. It was the feeling of finding the other half of your soul. But there were three of them! They were my enemies. The sons of the man I was here to get revenge on.

The brother on the left was big and muscular. He smelled like pine and smoke. He looked at me and let out a low growl. His name was Kieran .

The brother in the middle was thinner, but he looked very smart. He smelled like rain and sage. His eyes looked right at me, and then down to the little bottle in my hand. "What is that?" he asked. His voice was quiet, but it was scary. His name was Dante.

The brother on the right had a gentle look on his face. He smelled like cedar and mint. He looked at me with wonder in his eyes. He took a small step closer and whispered one word. A word that made my world stop.

"Mate."

His name was Lucian . When he said the word, I was so shocked that my fingers let go of the bottle.

The little glass bottle fell. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion. But my body moved on its own. I had trained for years to be fast. I dove forward and caught the bottle just before it hit the hard floor and shattered.

I stood up, holding the bottle tight in my hand. My brain was racing to think of a lie. I had to act like Sara, the scared servant girl.

"I'm so sorry, Alphas," I whispered. I bowed my head so they couldn't see the panic in my eyes. "I was just dusting... The head servant told me to clean in here. I must have knocked this over." I held up the bottle. "It's just an old cleaning bottle. I caught it. No problem."

It was a terrible lie. They had to know it wasn't true.

Lucian ’s eyes got smaller. He didn't believe me. Kieran took a step forward, looking like a wolf ready to pounce. But it was Dante’s face that hurt the most. He just looked confused and sad.

I had to get out of there. The pull to them was like a rope, trying to drag me closer. It wanted me to forget my family, my revenge, everything.

"My apologies," I whispered again. Then, before they could say a word, I turned and ran.

I ran down the long hallways, my feet making loud slapping sounds on the floor. I could feel their eyes on my back. I was sure one of them would yell "Stop!" and I would have to obey.

But they didn't.

I finally got back to my tiny room in the servants' part of the palace. I slammed the door and locked it. My back slid down the door until I was sitting on the cold floor. The bottle of poison was still in my hand. My plan was ruined. They probably knew I was not who I said I was.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was the fight inside of me. My mind, the part that remembered my parents, screamed that these boys were the enemy. It wanted to hate them.

But my wolf, the animal spirit inside me that I had kept quiet for so long, was howling with joy. It didn't care who they were. It had found its mates.

I dropped my head to the floor and let out a quiet sob. My whole life was about getting revenge. Now, the only thing my soul wanted was to be with the sons of my greatest enemy. I was torn in two.