My Mate Is That Badass Alpha

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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GAVIN

ONE NIGHT IS ALL IT TAKES

In one of my expensive and luxurious presidential suites, I sat at a corner, staring at the bed where a slim figure lay across the bed, her outline evident in the dark room.

The black evening gown she was wearing was still intact and I could feel that she was awake, staring right at the ceiling with her hands placed on her stomach. Her long blonde hair was spread across the bed and as the moonlight shone on it, it reflected back.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked her in a calm voice.

As I said these words, she raised herself from the bed, staring in my direction. “Do you think I'll be here if I'm not sure I want this? And who knew I would discover something new.” I could see a smile on her lips but I wasn't even bothered about it.

Placing the glass in my hand on the table before me, I stood up and started to pull out the buttons in my shirt.

“Strip.” I ordered in a cold tone.

She knelt on the bed, slowly pulling off the straps of her dress, revealing her beautiful and delicate body. She wore nothing but a strapless bra and her panties and the beautiful figure of her body could be seen.

Without a word, I grabbed her face, pulling her into a hungry kiss and she kissed me back with equal hunger as she pulled my already unbuttoned shirt off and her hands headed towards my trousers.

Before she could get to it, I grabbed her hands, pulled my belt off with the other and then tied her hands with the belt. My silence and action was enough to tell her I want nothing interfering with my moment and she just complied, softly moaning as I kissed her neck down to her body.

I pinned her to the bed, straddling her as I made my way down to satisfy myself with her body and she answered to me just as I wanted.

The ray of sunlight slowly hit my face as I opened my eyes, staring at the high ceiling. I felt a head on my chest which made me look down and I could see the blonde beauty still asleep on my chest but I didn't care.

I pushed her off my body, swinging my feet to the floor. This action woke her and I could hear her groaning as she stretched lazily.

“That was a nice night, don't you think, Gavin?” Her soft and delicate voice floated to my ears but I just ignored her, walking into the bathroom to have a shower.

I returned to the room to find her dressed in my shirt, her gown in her hand. “There's no spare clothes for me so I borrowed your shirt.” She flashed me a bright smile and her intoxicating scent mixed with roses filled my nostrils again.

I never thought I would meet my mate in a one night stand experience with one of my interns. I wondered how I have missed that detail since all these days but that was the least of my concern now.

I walked over to the table, took out my chequebook and scribbled something on it before handing it over to her. She looked at me in confusion as she read the content with her.

“Why are you giving me five million dollars? Is something wrong?” She asked, her tone failing to hide her panic and confusion.

“Leave.” I ordered plainly before walking towards the closet to get dressed and by the time I returned to the room, she was seated on the bed, dressed in her black dress from last night.

“I don't understand what you're trying to say, Gavin. I am your mate. Our wolves confirmed it and you're not going to act on our mate bond?” She stood up to walk over to me but a single glare from me stopped her from inching closer.

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