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Bound to the Three Alphas

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"What's your name, girl?" the Alpha asked, his voice slightly quieter. "L-Liana, sir. I'm from the Omega quarters. I'm sorry about the plate. I don't know what happened." The Alpha shared a look with his sons. "How old are you, Liana?" "Eighteen today, sir." The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, Kael spoke, his voice tight with something that sounded like anger. "It's not possible. Not with an omega." "She's lying," said Jace, the one with green eyes. But he didn't sound convinced. "She's not," said Rowan quietly. The youngest triplet, with the thoughtful blue eyes. "Look at her. She's as confused as we are." The Alpha stood up slowly. "Come here, girl." Liana pushed her legs to move, stepping closer to the table. "Do you know what's happening?" he asked. She shook her head, fear making her throat tight. The Alpha looked at his boys again, then back at her. His eyes were sharp but not mean. "When an Alpha finds their mate, there's a scent recognition. From your reaction, I'm guessing you've been smelling something strange all morning. And from my sons' reactions, they're smelling it too." Liana's heart stopped. "But... that would mean..." "It would mean one of my sons is your mate," the Alpha finished. "The problem is, it looks like all three of them are having the reaction." She was born an omega in a world where power decides worth. Forgotten, overlooked, and mocked, Liana never expected her life to matter—until the Moon Goddess marked her as a mate to the Alpha's heir. But when the heir turns out to be triplets, and her wolf awakens with the memories of a dead Luna, Liana must navigate love, war, and destiny. Three mates. One legacy. And a secret that could either destroy the pack or change the world forever.
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