The Alpha In Her Dreams by Felicia R Tobve

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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Danielle scrubbed the last dirt off and heaved a huge sigh of relief, working full time in a diner is the worst job for a young girl like her. She removed the dirty gloves from her tender palms and her clothes too, running the cold shower to wash up her body properly.

She breathed in and out calmly, keeping in mind that she had to make it by seven for her birthday party which her best friend, Freda had organized specially for her. The dress fits her tiny body perfectly, she applied makeup and sprayed her cheap perfume.

Freda is already outside, waiting patiently for her best friend to get ready for their big night out.

“You look stunning, Dani.”

“Thanks,” she replied.

The truth is that she is nervous about tonight. She has never hung out before, only working her ass off to make ends meet for her and her family. They weren't doing so well financially because they were omega wolves, the lowest and poorest rank of werewolves.

Although, other lucky omega wolves are faring well like Freda’s family. She does not have to do menial jobs like me to make money.

“What are you thinking about?” Freda asked, concerned at how absent-minded her friend was.

“Nothing, are you sure that this night will be worth it?” Danielle asked, her nervousness kicking in and taking over her.

Freda chuckled lightly, “Relax, Dani. You are going to be fine and once you taste some wine, you’ll feel free.”

Danielle nods and relaxes her mind, they arrived at the club few minutes later. Freda held Danielle’s hand as she led her inside, the music blasts into their ears as they make their way in. Danielle is in awe at the new environment she is in, young adults are dancing to the loud music while some are making out at hidden corners.

Freda pops a bottle of wine and cheers excitedly, “Happy eighteenth birthday, Dani!”

She pours the wine in two glasses and hands Danielle one glass to take. The latter gulps it down, her face contorting in disgust when the burning taste of alcohol swirls down her throat.

“ It is good, isn't it?” Freda yells.

Danielle can only nod as she takes another shot of wine, this time around she smiles in satisfaction and begins to move her body to the music. The wine made her to feel good and for once, she forgets about the miseries that are going on in her life.

“This is good, Freda. I think I will be doing this often!” she yells back.

Danielle is grateful that she has found her mate when she was sixteen, this gives her less worry about transforming into a werewolf this night. Her cellphone vibrate in her bag, she picks it immediately she sees that it’s her parents.

“Mom, Dad, I can't hear you!” Danielle scream over the phone, she is holding the urge not to hang up and continue her party but the voice at the background changes her mind rapidly.

“You better come back home or your parents is as good as dead,” a deep voice growls.

Danielle quickly alert Freda about this who begins to panic at what she hears.

“You need to take me, please….” Danielle pleads.

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