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 watched the growing tension between Thorne and Kiel, as they faced each other off, breathing down each other's faces.

It was a sight to behold, because I've never seen Kiel so…worked up.

"I'm not backing off, Kiel." Thorne lashed out in a cold voice. "You had your chance with Josie, and you messed it up. I'm not letting you hurt her again."

"What the hell is your problem?" Kiel returned in a voice filled with cold efficiency. "You forget that this is between Josie and I. Why do you think you can butt into my relationship with her?"

Thorne scoffed, his eyes cold and lacking humor. "Relationship?" He repeated. "Don't be delusional, Kiel. There's no such between you and Josie. This is between us three—four, rather. Like it or not."

I clenched and unclenched my fists at my sides, my heart growing hot with rage and agitation that these two might get in another fight.

Trapped in a Storm of Green