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

Alpha Damien grunted as he glared at his brother. "Enough, brother… that's enough. No more talk about Sofia," he spat.

From where I sat, I cast a curious glance at him—and it was clear the mention of Sofia had drastically shifted his mood. Just moments ago, he had been calm, almost nonchalant. Now, he looked furious—so furious it was frightening.

Who was Sofia? Was she his mate? If so… where the hell is she?

But Sir Damon didn't back down. His voice remained firm. "I'll keep talking about her, Damien. Maybe that way, you'll finally see reason. Perhaps you'll remember what it feels like to love someone—and lose them."

Alpha Damien growled deeply. "They never wanted her—so I'm taking her."

I clenched my fists in my lap. Why was he talking about me like I was a prize to be claimed? Like I was some commodity to be passed around. Why was he so possessive of a woman he knew belonged to his nephews?

Staying