Sugarlitics

Lennox cornered her in the hallway, his amber eyes troubled. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“Didn’t I?” Olivia challenged. “Wasn’t it you who told the entire pack that the daughter of a traitor should be treated as less than human?”


“I was wrong,” he admitted. “We all were.”


“Three years, Lennox. Three years of serving as your Omega, of being spat on, of watching you three worship the ground Anita walks on while I’m nothing but a shameful secret.”


From the shadows, Levi’s voice emerged. “The Moon Goddess bound us for a reason.”

Olivia’s bitter laugh echoed through the corridor. “And you’ve fought that reason every step of the way.”


“We didn’t know,” Louis appeared beside his brothers, forming the triangle that had always made Olivia feel trapped. “About your father, about the conspiracy—”

“So that’s what it takes?” she asked, voice trembling. “My father’s name being cleared for you to acknowledge me as your Luna? As your mate?”

“No,” Lennox reached for her. “It’s seeing your strength, your resilience despite everything we put you through.”

“We were cruel,” Levi admitted.

“We were wrong,” Louis echoed.

Olivia looked at each of them, these three powerful Alphas now regarding her with something approaching reverence.

Olivia’s smile held no warmth. “Now I realize some wounds cut too deep to heal. You can’t break someone for years and expect them to be whole for you when it’s convenient.”

Triplet Alpha's Omega Mate

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.

All I could do was stare — frozen — as Olivia approached us with Alpha Gabriel.

The polo hung ridiculously large on her tiny frame, and the sweatpants dragged around her ankles.

"Mine!" my wolf howled loudly in my head, urging me to rip those clothes off her body, but I forced my feet rooted to the ground.

As she drew closer, a thousand scenarios flashed through my mind.

How the hell did she know Gabriel?

Why had she gone to the Shadows Pack?

And why was she wearing his clothes?

Why were they whispering to each other like they were sharing some fucking secret?

His Clothes