Entangled With My Alpha Triplets

~Hazel~

I stared out the car window, watching as the world whizzed by in a blur. My stomach twisted with nerves as I tried to come to terms with what was happening to me. My own parents had betrayed me, handing me over to the Alpha, who owned the Silvermoon Academy. And not just any Alpha, but a ruthless and powerful one named Logan, who ruled the Silvermoon Pack.

I didn't know what my fate would be at the academy. I had heard stories about omegas like me being used for breeding or sold off to other packs. The uncertainty of it all made me feel sick to my stomach.

As we pulled up to the gates of the academy, I took a deep breath and tried to steel myself for what was to come. The gates opened, and we drove through a long, winding path that led to the main building. It was an impressive structure, with tall columns and a grand entrance. I could see other students milling about, all of them looking at me curiously as we drove by.

The car finally came to a stop, and as I stepped out of the car, my eyes immediately locked onto the towering figure of Alpha Logan, flanked by his son, which I assumed was Asher, the first of his three Alpha triplets. The aura of power that radiated from the two of them was suffocating. I felt as though the very air around me had thickened.

Alpha Logan was a man to be feared. His reputation preceded him, and rumours about his ruthlessness had spread throughout the werewolf kingdom. It was said that he showed no mercy to those who crossed him and that he ran his academy with an iron fist.

Asher was just as imposing as his father. He was tall, with broad shoulders and piercing grey eyes that seemed to see straight through me. He was the epitome of cold, calculating power.

"Welcome to the academy," Logan said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I trust you know why you're here."

I nodded, feeling a knot form in my stomach. I had been sold to Logan, and now I was his property.

“Good because you'll be serving my triplets as their omega," he restated.

Asher stepped forward, his eyes still fixed on me. "I will be your guide," he said, his voice gruff. "Follow me."

As we walked through the academy, I couldn't help but feel like a prisoner. Everywhere we went, there were guards watching us, making sure we didn't step out of line. I saw other students watching me curiously, some with sympathy in their eyes, others with disgust.

I couldn’t help but stare at the back of Asher; his muscles bulged under his shirt, and it caused a flutter in my stomach. Despite the fear that he instilled in me, I couldn't deny that I might be attracted to him.

“That’s the door to the room that you will be staying in; make sure to keep your space clean, or else you will be punished.” He said this before leaving me to speak with his father.

His words only sent a shiver down my spine, which made me wonder if he was always like this or if he loosened up sometimes.

As I entered the room, I was taken aback by its size. It was spacious and dominated by the presence of three large beds, each with their own towering headboard. The walls were painted a deep shade of blue, giving the room a cosy yet masculine vibe. To my right, there was a large window that let in the soft glow of the moonlight, casting a calming ambiance over the room.

As I walked in, I noticed that my space was the smallest of them all. A queen-sized bed was pushed up against the far wall, barely leaving any space to walk around it. On the other hand, the boys' beds were huge, with dark blue bedspreads that contrasted sharply with the white pillows. The room wasn't too messy, but it was clear that it belonged to a group of guys. Clothes were strewn haphazardly across the floor, and there were empty water bottles and snack wrappers littered on the nightstands. It was a room that was well-lived in, but not completely unkempt.