Tale of the Untamed Descendants of the Half bloods

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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Jovita’s POV

"He's here!" Maddie screamed in a shrill voice.

My head snapped toward the entrance door along with many others.

There had been a rumour earlier this week that there was a new Alpha in Foxtown. He relocated from Alaska due to a clash with the cold ones; he had killed one of their royals and was suspended from his pack for two moons to maintain peace.

According to the rumour, he was going to be staying in Foxtown for a while, which was my little humble town. Today was our town's annual youth meet and greet. Every young werewolf came to the town hall to meet, dine, and chat with everyone else. It was a tradition that had been upheld for years. My besties and I usually found it very boring, but not today.

"God, he is so hot!" Anna screamed.

"Cut it out!" Betty snapped at me and my two best friends, Maddie and Anna.

Betty was Maddie’s distant cousin, and the Luna of the most powerful werewolf pack in Foxtown; her family was what you call royalty in the human world.

The rumour says that Betty shifted during spring break, and this had Alphas lining up and waiting, hoping the moon goddess would favour them with such a powerful Luna.

I drew my besties backwards as Betty walked forward to meet the new Alpha; the smile on her face showed that she had claimed him already.

I sighed and pulled at my friends. "Let’s get back to our business already,".

Anna grumbled, making a face.

"What? You know we stand no chance next to Queen Betty", I said.

"But he hasn’t chosen her, and no one said anything about him choosing her," Anna said while Maddie nodded in agreement.

"Come on, guys, it’s a match ordained by the moon goddess herself. Can you ask yourself why the Alpha of a powerful pack relocates to Foxtown just when an equally powerful and stunning Luna shifts after the long wait?

"It could be just a coincidence, Jovita. Why don’t you see the bright side of things?" Maddie asked with a pout.

"I guess I see the reality," I said, pushing my reluctant friends toward our classroom. "You guys stand a chance anyway, but look at me —I haven’t even shifted yet". What would he want with me?"

"Everything, Jovita. Maybe he wouldn’t want anything with us, but you’re the most beautiful werewolf I’ve ever seen," Maddie said.

"Stop trying to make me feel good, Maddie.

My friends shifted last summer, the month we turned 18. Coincidentally, our birthdays fell in the same month.

According to tradition, a female werewolf shifts and also finds a mate at 18. But I was 19 already, and nothing!

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