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

My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of sunlight spilling through the curtains.

For a moment, I didn't move—just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, my heart still heavy with the memory of the night before. Then I blinked, confused.

My eyes widened, and I bolted upright. Shit! I had fallen asleep. Fuck!

I turned around. Lennox was gone, but his scent still clung to the sheets. It was obvious he had just woken up—not long ago.

I threw the blanket off and sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing my face with trembling hands. This wasn't what I came here for. I didn't come here to feel like this—to be touched like that. To want more.

I was here for a reason. A mission.

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