Bound By Fate To The Ruthless Alpha King

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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Mia

Something was off. No, not just off but wrong.

I had left the pack house early this morning before every other person was up for my daily run, so I couldn't think of anything that may have caused the dull and quiet atmosphere.

The pack house was unusually quiet as I made my way through to the kitchen. Of course, there was a full house but everyone was acting so weird. What was wrong?

Was there a fight? Oh my gosh, if there was then I had missed out a great deal.

I couldn't think of anything that may have caused this reaction from the wolves but I better don't ask to avoid getting a sly remark this early in the morning. Whatever is responsible for their moodiness is their problem to solve not mine. I walked past Sophie, my biggest enemy in Gyde Pack and we couldn't help but glare and seethe at each other. It was a surprise that she didn't have a rude remark for me this morning over being wolfless which confirmed my suspicions that something was definitely wrong.

"Morning, Bels. What's up?"

My best friend was frying pancakes over the stove and I inhaled deeply, taking in the savouring aroma.

"I bet that's going to be yummy as always." I said as I slid over a chair at the counter.

Bella shot me a stare. "And who said this is for you?" She joked but I caught the strained tone she tried to cover up.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I stole one pancake she had fried. "The pack house is unusually quiet. Is everything alright?"

"Nope."

My eyes widened in alarm, and I gave her a questioning eyebrow.

"Alpha Edward is around and is having a meeting with your father over the pack alliance he has always been pressing for."

My mouth fell open for a minute then I closed it back and stole another pancake and began munching on it.

"And that's what got everyone so quiet and weird?" I asked with an eye roll. I get that Alpha Edward is the most ruthless Alpha in the region but that doesn't mean he should be feared like he's a god. I've never seen him before but one doesn't have to see Alpha Edward to learn of his brutality.

I stole one last pancake before sliding down from my seat.

"Y'all should have a nice day. But I'm not going to let the presence of one notorious werewolf ruin my plans for the day."

"Mia!" She called out in a harsh whisper.

I frowned as I faced her with a bored look.

"Your father is not having it nice today. He's tense, nervous and is almost freaking out and we all are. So please, keep it on the low side today."

Of course, being wolfless makes me disconnected from the Pack's link so I don't get to know when others are feeling down or when my annoying father is having a hard time with pack duties, blah, blah, blah...

"I. Don't. Care." I said and walked away then bumped into Lewis.

"Hey, Cupcake."

My second most favourite wolf in the pack beamed a smile at me before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

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