Alpha Triplets Claim

Chapter 28.

Chapter Twenty-Three: If It’s The Last Thing We Do!

Damon POV:

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Still standing in the midst of our pack members, now lost in a whirlpool of jubilant howls and ecstatic dancing, I felt a strange calm wash over me. As the eldest of us triplets, there’s always been this unspoken expectation that I’d be the one to lead, to make the first moves. But right now, all eyes were on her-our Luna, our Phera.

Adam, just a few months our junior, was also captivated. Unlike the rest of us, he had spent less time knowing Phera, but her magnetic pull was universal. I watched as he made his way through the crowd to stand beside her. He might not have been as entwined in this messy tapestry of past mistakes as Axel, Zane, and I were, but he sensed the shift in the room, a palpable alteration in the energy of our pack the moment Phera stepped in. She had that effect, a gravitas that commanded respect, even from those who didn’t fully understand the weight of her

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1 exchanged glances with Axel and Zane. Words were unnecessary. Our emotions, usually so hard to articulate, were laid bare in that brief moment of eye contact. We had messed up grievously so. But she was giving us a chance, a fragile, precious chance to make things right.

Adam returned to our side, his eyes wide.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“More than you could ever know,” Zane replied softly, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic solemnity.

Adam’s eyes flickered between us.

“I don’t get it. Why the tension? She’s our Luna. She’s here. Shouldn’t we all be celebrating?”

Axel sighed, shaking his head.

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“It’s complicated, Adam. Let’s just say that having our Luna back is only the first step. Now comes the hard part-winning her trust, earning her love.”

I felt a pang of emotion at Axel’s words, their truth cutting deep. My wolf yearned to mark her, to claim her fully as ours, but Phera was more than a mate bond, more than an instinctive pull. She was a woman of substance, of strength and resilience, and she demanded from us what she rightfully deserved trust, respect, and time. Time to heal, time to decide, time to reclaim her own agency in a story that we had unfairly written for her.

Adam looked puzzled but nodded, as if filing away this piece of information for later scrutiny. I smiled at him, ruffling his hair.

“You’ll understand, little brother, in time.”

I looked at my two other brothers seeing my own thoughts reflected in their eyes. Our journey towards redemption was far from over, it was merely at its beginning. But as I looked at Phera, radiant under the soft glow of the fairy lights, mingling. with our family and friends, I felt a surge of hope, overpowering. and intoxicating..

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For the first time in years, the fractured pieces of our lives seemed capable of mending. Our Luna was home, and with her, she brought the promise of a new dawn for the Red Moon Pack. This time, we wouldn’t mess it up. Love-true, selfless love- would be our guide, and we’d follow its path wherever it led, no matter the obstacles.

As the eldest, the unspoken leader of my brothers, I felt the weight of responsibility heavier than ever. But for her, for Phera, that weight felt like a privilege, one I would carry willingly for the rest of my days.

For our Luna had returned, and we were complete. Now, we just had to prove we were worthy of her.

Axel POV:

In the vast tapestry that makes up the Red Moon Pack, the roles of my brothers and me have always been distinct yet interconnected. Damon, the eldest, carries the weight of leadership and wisdom. Zane, the youngest, brings passion and unpredictability. And me? I’ve always been the mediator, the one who bridges the gaps, who fills the spaces left void. But as I stand amidst the jubilant members of our pack, a thought

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