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

Varen's voice was thick and gruff with controlled rage, his eyes burning into Thorne's.

He didn't even spare me a glance.

So yeah, maybe this was my cue to take my fucking leave?

But it still hurt my feelings that he didn't even bother to acknowledge me.

It always seemed like none of them cared about the way I feel… cared to understand me…cared to really see me…

But no, these triplets didn't give a damn about me, and I was the only one running wild and insane and losing my head over each fucking one.

Just as their faces were different, they gave me different headaches.

I backed away from the bookshelf, trying to slip away because it seemed like there was about to be a round-two of an altercation between two brothers.

I wasn't here for it. I'd seen enough fake chivalry already.

Whispers of Regret