Mated to the seven pups

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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Chapter 1.

She have never had a real laughter in a while, now staring at the cat who lay beside her bed as he nuzzled in between her legs made her giggled with laughter.

Slowly she bent down to pet its head, slowly touching his hairy hair down towards his back and it purred in contentment.

If only her pack could appreciate her just like this cat was, the thought of her pack instantly made her sick, her face which was once fixed with excitement now had a mix of sadness and anger in it.

Everyone had betrayed her, ever since her mother died and her father married the woma…

“Luna!”

She heard a voice screamed her name which interrupted her thoughts,

“Here she comes again”

Luna whispered to the cat and quickly she rose from her feet as she dashed out from her room, whose paint was peeling off and some part of the wall broken.

As she stepped out from the room, her step mother was staring down at her with a stare that could make the weakest fall to their knees and beg for mercy and she was the weakest in the pack, the omega who was hated by all and also the most disgusted among all.

“The only reason you are alive up to this moment is because your father had insisted to not let any harm befall you. But I do not think that will be possible because you are disobeying orders, now who do you think will wash the dishes, or sieve the grains or tend to the fowls, you do not sit your lazy ass and do nothing, I do not ever want to see you rest or find you relaxing. Do you understand?”

Rebekah her step mother said, and Luna knew that her step mother do not care if she had eaten or taken a bath or even on her period, she only care for her daughter, Amelia, the pack whore.

“Yes mother…”

Before she could finish her words, a hot slap descended on her face.

“I do not ever want to hear you call me mother, because I never gave birth to you neither will I give birth to such a low life like you.”

Rebekah said and quickly she left her presence.

As Luna stared at the retreating figure of her step mother, tears seek to escape her eyes but quickly she prevented it, she wasn’t ever going to cry for someone who have mistreated her, never will she.

Quickly, she turned to head to the pack kitchen but unfortunately she bump into someone, a tall huge body, it felt like a wall, a beautiful nice scented wall and she found herself breathing at the delicacy.

“Ummm…”

She heard a muscular voice said and quickly she stepped back, her eyes widened at who she saw standing a feet apart from her, it was none other than the pack alpha, Carl, devilishly handsome with a demeanor like a god and a body like the son of Zeus, every woman was crushing on the alpha and she was no exception.

“Are you alright”

She heard him say and quickly she bowed her head down slowly to the ground, she was just an omega, who wouldn’t dare stare up at the young alpha and who can’t compete with any of the fine ladies in the pack.

“Yes I am, I am so sorry Alpha Carl for bumping into you.

She said, as she noticed her cheek became quite hot.

“Its fine, I believe you...”

“Ooh here you are Alpha Carl, I was looking for you and the guards told me that you went this way.”

A voice said, interrupting the alpha and Luna silently hissed, now the bigger devil had arrived, her step sister, Amelia, everyone knew how she had tagged the alpha to be her boyfriend even though it was false, she had always wanted to be the luna right from little, always clenched into the alpha hands since they were kids, she was the pack whore, trying to rip where she did not sow and it seems like her step sister haven’t noticed he…

“Ooh who do we have here, if not the weak and disgusting omega of the pack, my sister Luna, what were you discussing with the alpha huh, you dirty crap.”

Amelia said and Luna felt her blood boiled with anger, not for once had her sister ever regarded her with respect.

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