The Alphas Claim

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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“Alpha. The shipments have arrived, and we need your signature.” Mason, the beta of the rogue pack, said to his Alpha.

The man in question looked up from his desk and eyed his Beta, his jaw set in a frown. He is what every young lady would consider hot, with an aura like that of a god and a well-chiseled face that has been sculpted by the moon goddess herself.

“Alright. Give me a minute, and I will be there.” He replied, returning to his work. “Meanwhile, another request just came in from the Blood Moon Alpha, and he is requesting our services.”

Mason sighed aloud before proceeding to dump himself on the chair in front of Kane. “What does he want this time?”

Kane paused his writing and turned to look at his friend and the man he considered his brother. “He needs our help in taking over a pack, and he is offering to pay a lot.”

“Isn’t that against the law?” Mason queried, “I don’t get werewolves; why would you want to destroy another pack and claim it? Why isn’t the Alpha King saying anything about it?” His forehead furrowed into a frown as the very thought of it gave him a nasty headache.

“Why is it surprising to you? This isn’t our first rodeo, and they do it all the time. And the truth is, I don’t even care again; they can fuck themselves up if they like, but I am taking the job. The money is too good to pass.” Kane stated, leaving no room for argument, and Mason shrugged.

“Alright. When should we start preparing?”

A little smile formed on Kane’s lips, and he looked up at him. “Soon.”

***

The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together.

Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha.

To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

However, what had brought them to the limelight and made them rich and popular was assassination. They had trained soldiers and specialized in terminating people if you have the money, and you wouldn’t imagine how many people sort for their expertise every day.

And one was the Bloodmoon Pack.

Bloodmoon Park was a fierce pack in the United States, and they were easily the third strongest in the states. They grew their own resources and had their own services that they rendered to humans.

But they had a rival.

The Moonlight Pack shared a boundary with them, and they had been longtime enemies. It was so bad that if anyone entered the opposing pack, he or she was killed right away.

Their rivalry has been long, and everyone was aware of it, but this was the first time they needed the service of the rogue pack.

Now they could always take the moonlight pack, but the alpha didn’t deem them worthy to get his hands soiled, hence the reason he hired the rogue pack.

“Have the weapons been tested?” Kane barked at his third-in-command, Toby. Toby was in charge of war and coordinating attacks.

“Yes Alpha. The guns have been tested, and they work fine, but we are yet to try out the bombs.”

Kane shook his head, looking around the armory. He had managed to turn a deserted forest into a storehouse for the latest weapons, and he was proud of himself.

There was a hint of a smile on his lips as he thought of the money that would be entering his account in a few days. “Gather the men; we attack in two days.”

“Yes Alpha.”

****

“I want to go with you.” Ariel whined, clutching her father’s pants tightly. He was supposed to be in a meeting with the elders in the pack, but he was being held by his daughter—a spoilt daddy’s girl.

And it was all his fault.

“Baby, you know you can’t follow me there. We will be discussing adult things, and you will get bored.” Her dad tried to explain, but Ariel wouldn’t hear the end of it.

She shook her head, her luscious brown curls bouncing around her as she did. “I want to go with you.” Ariel whined, clutching her father’s pants with a grip that surprised even the alpha.

The alpha looked at his wife with a plea, a sigh releasing from him as he signaled her to help him, and the Luna chuckled as she moved towards them, gently prying her daughter’s hand away.

"Come on, Ari, don’t be a baby. Your dad needs to go now, but I promise you, when he gets back, you can have him to yourself.” The Luna tried to reason with her daughter, but Ariel wasn’t ready to hear anything about it.

It was no rumor that she had a bias towards her father, and while girls her age would prefer their own company, she preferred to be with her father.

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