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

"Is this because neither of my brothers is trying to talk to you?" Varen's voice was low, almost casual—but I wasn't fooled. There was tension beneath it, sharp and wounded. "And now you're just… using me as your last option?"

The words hit harder than I expected.

I opened my mouth, ready to deny it, but nothing came out right away. My lips parted and closed again. I searched his face, but it was unreadable—guarded like stone. I hated that I was the reason he looked like that.

"That's not fair," I whispered. "Varen, it's not like that—"

"Isn't it?" he cut in, a bitter smile ghosting his lips. "I've always known I came last when it came to my brothers. That wasn't the surprise, Josie. But I didn't expect to be last with you too."

More Than a Punching Bag