The silence was oppressive.
Roo lay still in Ace's lap, his small fingers curled into the Alpha's shirt, as if grasping for something solid—something real—to anchor him.
He was safe.
But why did his chest feel so tight?
Alec ran his fingers through Roo's hair, his touch deceptively gentle, yet his golden eyes gleamed with an edge of something unforgiving.
Alexander stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his imposing frame casting a long shadow over them. His gaze was sharp, piercing, dissecting every micro-expression on Roo's face.
"You're trembling," Alexander observed.
Roo flinched.
He hadn't even noticed.
Ace's arms tightened around him, his warmth enveloping Roo completely. "Of course he is," Ace muttered darkly. "Someone tried to take him from us."
Roo swallowed hard.
Alec exhaled slowly, his fingers trailing down Roo's arm. "It won't happen again."
There was no hesitation in his voice. No uncertainty.
It was a promise.
A vow.
Roo wasn't sure what unsettled him more—the fact that he almost got taken tonight… or the fact that the triplets were planning retribution.
A storm was coming.
And it was going to be brutal.
Alexander's gaze flicked to Ace. "Did you get anything out of him?"
Ace's expression darkened, his fingers twitching against Roo's hip. "He wasn't working alone," he murmured. "There's a bigger hand at play."
"Who?" Alec's voice was deathly calm.
Ace hesitated. "We don't know yet. But we will."
Roo's breath hitched.
The triplets weren't just angry.
They were furious.
And whoever was behind this…
They were about to learn exactly why the DeLorenzo triplets were the most feared Alphas in America.
Alexander's jaw tightened. "No more mistakes."
Alec's fingers brushed over Roo's wrist. "From now on, you don't leave our sight."
Ace's grip remained firm. "Ever."
Roo stiffened.
"Wait—" His voice came out weak, barely above a whisper. "I can't just—"
"You can," Alexander cut him off. "And you will."
"But—"
"No 'but's, little one," Alec murmured, tilting Roo's chin up. "You're ours. And we don't share."
A shiver ran down Roo's spine.
It wasn't a suggestion.
It was an edict.
The triplets weren't just protecting him.
They were claiming him.
And there was no escaping it.
Beyond the estate, beyond the safety of the triplets' overwhelming presence, something stirred in the darkness.
A figure stood in the shadows, watching. Waiting.
The attack had failed.
But this was far from over.
The True Blood Alpha triplets had taken the bait.
Now—
The real game would begin.
To Be Continued...