Chapter : Piccolo

The night was too quiet.

Roo had felt it creeping in—something in the air, thick and heavy, wrapping around him like an unseen force.

The triplets were different tonight.

They always watched him, but this… this was something else.

Their gazes pinned him in place, their presence an unspoken force that coiled around his throat like a leash he couldn't escape.

No matter where he turned, they were there.

Waiting.

Watching.

As if sensing something he didn't.

Roo's Room – A Locked Door Means Nothing...

Roo locked his bedroom door.

It didn't matter.

The sound of the latch clicking into place gave him only a moment of relief before he turned and froze.

Alec was already inside.

He stood at the wall near Roo's bed, arms folded, golden eyes gleaming in the dim light.

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

"You keep locking doors, piccolo."

Roo's heart lurched into his throat. "H-How did you—?"

A shadow moved by the window.

Ace.

Leaning against the glass, expression unreadable, arms crossed over his broad chest.

And then—

A low, deliberate sound.

The click of a boot against the hardwood.

Alexander.

Sitting on the edge of Roo's bed, legs spread lazily apart, his fingers drumming against his knee.

Roo stumbled back, his spine hitting the dresser.

"You—" His voice wavered. "You can't keep doing this."

Alexander hummed. "Doing what?"

"This." Roo's hands clenched at his sides. "You act like you own me."

Silence.

Alec let out a soft chuckle. "Tsk. There you go again."

Ace tilted his head, expression calm, but his golden eyes burned with something dark.

Alexander's voice was silk over steel.

"We don't own you, Roo."

His slow, deliberate steps made the floor creak beneath his weight.

"But you are ours."

The finality in his words sent shivers down Roo's spine.

"No," Roo whispered. "I'm not."

Alexander reached him first.

Roo tried to shrink back, but the dresser trapped him in place.

A hand lifted.

Fingers brushed his chin.

Slow.

Measured.

The touch was gentle, but the dominance in it—undeniable.

Roo sucked in a sharp breath.

"You can lie to yourself all you want," Alexander murmured.

Alec took a step closer, voice smooth and teasing. "You keep running, piccolo, but we always catch you."

Ace's low voice sent a pulse through the air. "You're fighting something inevitable."

Roo's throat worked.

He had to fight this.

Fight them.

Fight the way his body remembered their touch.

The way his wolf craved them.

"I—"

A noise.

Sharp.

Unfamiliar.

The triplets stilled.

Roo's breath caught in his throat.

A second later—

Glass shattered.

The window behind Ace exploded inward.

Ace moved instantly, shielding Roo with his body, a sharp growl tearing from his throat.

Shadows moved.

Unfamiliar scents flooded the room.

Rogues.

Alec's smirk vanished.

Alexander's golden eyes darkened to something lethal.

The air shifted.

One second, Roo was pressed against the dresser—

The next, Ace grabbed him, pulling him into the space between the triplets.

Surrounded.

Protected.

Trapped.

But this time, the suffocating heat of their presence was the only thing keeping Roo from shaking.

A deep, rumbling growl filled the room.

A warning.

A promise of violence.

Then, in a blink—

The shadows attacked.

To Be Continued...

Next Chapter: Should