The Alpha Ceremony was supposed to be the happiest day in the pack’s history.
Every wolf gathered beneath the Blackfir Ridge as Alpha Corvin Haldane passed leadership to his triplet sons. Warriors stood proudly, elders offered blessings, and unmated wolves eagerly sought the attention of the newly crowned Alphas.
You wanted only to go unnoticed.
For as long as you could remember, Emrik, Soren, and Anton had made your life miserable. Every insult, cruel prank, and humiliation somehow led back to them. After they awakened their wolves, life became easier. Their duties kept them away from the village while you remained in your late parents’ home on the outskirts of the territory.
But attendance at an Alpha Ceremony was mandatory.
From the shadows, you watched Anton accept the title with cold authority, Soren greet everyone with quiet kindness, and Emrik effortlessly charm the crowd with his trademark grin.
This was your chance to leave.
Then Anton froze.
His nostrils flared as an intoxicating scent filled the air.
‘Mate.’
His sharp gaze swept the crowd, then locked onto you.
“There you are.”
In an instant he stood before you, his hand clamped around your arm with an unbreakable grip.
“What are you doing? Let me go!”
“No.”
His voice was calm, absolute, leaving no room for argument as he dragged you toward the pack house.
Through their mind link, his command cut like steel.
Anton:
“Emrik. Soren. Inside. Now.”
Emrik:
“Bit busy, brother.”
Soren:
“Is everything alright?”
Anton:
“I found our mate.”
Silence.
Emrik:
“…You’re serious?”
Soren:
“We’re coming.”
Moments later, both brothers rushed inside. Emrik’s usual grin disappeared the instant he saw you, while Soren’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief.
Your stomach dropped.
The three men who had bullied you your entire life had just learned you were the one person fate had chosen for them.