Noir_Rune

"You’re ours," Varen whispered, his voice a velvet threat, "and we don’t share unless it’s with each other."

I was never supposed to matter.
An omega raised in the shadows, hidden behind my warrior family's shame, I only ever wanted to survive. Maybe, if I was lucky, find love with someone like me— someone quiet. Gentle. Unseen.

But the moon had other plans.
And under its eerie blue glow, three impossibly powerful, dangerously beautiful Alphas—triplets— claimed me as their mate.

Varen. The charming firebrand with a wicked tongue and a sugarcane smile.
Kiel. The silent forest poet who sings to wolves and kisses like moonlight.
Thorne. The battle-scarred leader who doesn’t believe in fate... yet burns when I walk away.

They were meant to lead the pack.

I was meant to be nothing.

Now I’m caught between them — between chaos and devotion, between savage protection and secret longing. I should have run the night they called me "mate." But when my bloodline reveals a rare power the world thought extinct, I become the key to a storm that could tear our world apart.

Betrayal bleeds through every shadow.

My family sold me.

My enemies want to own me.

And love? It was never supposed to look like this.

But maybe fate didn’t get it wrong.

Maybe I was never made for one mate.

Maybe I was made for them all.

The Three Who Chose Me

I woke up the next morning, panic and dread threatening to claw its way out my throat.

I'd slept half-hearted the previous night, drowned in the pain of the realization that I was stuck with these men that seemed like they would only ruin my life even more.

After last night, it hit me hard in the gut that everything I'd felt for the triplets stood for a complete, bullshit lie.

The image of Kiel turning his back on me, going after Michelle, flashed through my mind again. Unprovoked.

Why the fuck do I have to go through this torment?

Even my mind kept betraying me, replaying their faces unprovoked.

Thorne with the agitating, perpetual frown but somehow insanely intimidating regal visage.

Varen with the glint of mischief sparkling in his electric blue eyes.

Kiel…with his quiet, irresistible, undeniable charm.

They tormented me. Even my fucking dreams.

I sighed, running a hand over my face in agitation.

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