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 stood frozen, my eyes wide as saucer pans.

My breath was hitched in my throat, my heart racing uncontrollably.

But then, whatever it was—fleeting as hell—I could barely register it.

I only got to feel his lips against mine for a brisk nanosecond, but his warmth and taste lingered much longer than that, as he dragged me across the floors.

Literally. Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

This man had no single gentle bone in him.

I could barely hold the gazes of everyone we walked by, my cheeks heavily flushed.

"Ah, Thorne," one of the men we breezed past slapped a hand on Thorne's back, "a comely one you've got on your arm, huh?"

I hope that wasn't a classy insult to my status as omega, dipped in honey.

You couldn't put it past people like them. High-society, filthy-rich, condescending.

Some of them had the decency to sugarcoat.

A Night of Surprises