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 couldn't remember how it started.

One moment, Kiel's lips were brushing against mine, soft and careful, and the next, I was drowning in the sensation. His hands moved with a reverence that made me ache. Our bodies tangled on the bed, heat blooming between us like fire spreading on dry grass. We didn't cross any lines—no sex, not even close—but we didn't need to.

His hands roamed over my back, under my gown, stopping just before the edges where things could go further. I stopped him, breathless, pressing my palm to his chest.

"I want this," I whispered, "but not all the way. Not tonight."

He didn't protest. He only nodded, kissed my forehead, and pulled me into his chest. We lay there, tangled, skin touching skin, hearts beating too fast.

That should've been enough. It should've felt safe. But it didn't.

The Taste of Madness