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

We crept out through the back fortress of the pack house, making sure we kept to the shadows to avoid being spotted.

Marcy led the way to an old house in the borders of the pack, surrounded by weeds and littered messily.

My nose shot into the air, scrunching in disgust as I glanced around.

I couldn't believe my parents were living in such a place, dilapidated and so…not like them.

"Josie, wait out here," Marcy said, turning to me. "I'll be right back."

"W-what?" A bolt of panic shot through my spine, swaying me forward. "Marcy…"

I glanced around the stark, empty, cluttered space, littered with fallen logs of woods and debris, realizing for the first time, the mistake I'd made coming here. Without informing my mates. Any of them.

A creepy chill scattered across my skin, fear bristling from the pit of my stomach.

A deep curiosity and subtle concern pushed my feet forward, closer to the dilapidated building.

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