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 felt a vibration through my body for the millionth time since I asked Thorne out of my room, his words sinking in the pit of my stomach and fluttering around like tiny bubbles.

Ticklish. Surprisingly-feel-good.

These words he'd spilled…they weren't right. How could he order me around like some puppet?

But that wasn't the problem. The problem was the way my body reacted to those words. My whole freaking body.

The way it hummed under his fierce, green gaze.

I've been thinking the whole time since that stupid order, and I wasn't sure what to do about the so-called party.

What kind of party was it? Why must he take me along?

And why did he feel he could order me around?

The shrill ringtone from my phone blasted through my thoughts, and I glanced down to see Marcy's name glowing across the screen.

I answered with a deep sigh, leaning a side of my face into my palm. "What do you want?"

A Step of Hope