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 stared into the empty, glazed eyes in the mirror, my mind racy with apprehension…

I haven't been able to stop thinking about the way Thorne had asked me to be ready for when he'd come get me.

Marcy's fingers worked like magic behind me as she struggled to fix my white hair.

It was a tangled mess, as I barely paid any attention to it.

It was Saturday afternoon, and although the party wasn't until evening, we'd decided to get started with dressing me up much earlier.

Especially because of the hair—Marcy had carefully curled it a few strands after a few strands. Like that.

And Thorne had stressed severally that he detested lateness.

Marcy set the curler aside and swept the curls atop my head, snapping it together with a gorgeous hairpin.

A Man that Teases