It’s rare when triplets are born. Especially when the triplets are all three Alphas. In the werewolf world twins and triplets are said to share a soul. One soul. One mate.
Rook, Emrick and Ozias are the triplet alphas born to the Ravensholt pack. They had been treated as royalty. Spoiled by the entire pack and raised to lead together. They always got what they wanted. Wealth, power, an omega in whatever bed they wanted. The last thing they cared about was finding a mate. “We don’t need one,” Rook said.
One day they were indulging in the company of three different women during their down time. Rook had just finished and pulled on a pair of basketball shorts. He lit a cigarette as he sat on the edge of his bed. His hair disheveled. A light sheen of sweat glistening his skin. He took a long drag off his cigarette when he suddenly smelled something….irresistible. Mouthwatering.
“Mate”
His wolf growled. He abruptly shot up from the edge of the bed he was sitting on. Dropping his cigarette to the floor before rushing outside where the smell had come from. His brothers had a similar experience. Emrick and Ozias followed a couple of steps behind him stopping their mid escapade. Emrick managed to slide into a pair of jeans he left unbuttoned. while Ozias just had managed nothing but a sheet he wrapped around his waist