Alpha Triplets Claim

Phera POV:

The quiet of the night was suddenly broken by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching the training grounds. Reese and I turned simultaneously to see the figures of Damon, Axel, and Zane emerging from the shadows, their expressions a mix of relief and barely contained frustration.

"Phera, what are you doing out here? It's not safe," Damon's voice cut through the night, laced with concern and a hint of anger.

I stood up, meeting his gaze head-on.

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Zane stepped forward, his brows furrowed.

"But without any protection? After everything that's happened?"

Reese stood up, her stance defensive.

"She's not alone, guys. I'm here."

Axel's eyes softened slightly as he looked at Reese, then back at me.

"It's not about that, Reese. Phera, you were the target of that attack. We can't risk anything happening to you."

I felt a flare of frustration.

"I'm not made of glass, Axel. I needed some space to think, to breathe."

Damon closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming.

"It's not about you being fragile. It's about being cautious. We can't afford to take any chances, not with your life.”

I took a deep breath, trying to temper my rising emotions.

"I understand your concern, but I'm not helpless. I'm a warrior, too. I need to feel like I can still have some control over my own life."

The air was thick with unspoken tension. Reese looked between us, an uncomfortable witness to the unfolding drama.

Zane broke the silence, his voice more measured.

"Phera, it's not just about you being a warrior. This is bigger than any of us. The note we found, the attack-it's all pointing to a larger threat. One we need to face together." Axel nodded in agreement.

"We just got back from the Council meeting. There's a lot we need to discuss."

The mention of the Council meeting piqued my interest, overshadowing my frustration.

"What happened? What did you find out?"

Damon exchanged a look with his brothers before responding.

"It's complex. We believe the attack was orchestrated by someone with intimate knowledge of the pack. Someone who knew exactly how to strike.

The gravity of his words hung heavily in the air. Reese stepped closer, her expression turning serious.

"Do you have any leads? Any idea who's behind this?"

"It's still unclear," Zane admitted. "But we're investigating every possible angle. We've increased patrols and security measures around the territory. Axel's gaze met mine, filled with a mix of resolve and something else- fear, perhaps.

"Phera, we need to talk about your safety. We can't take any risks."

I knew they were right, but the idea of being under constant watch was stifling.

"I understand, but I can't live in fear, constantly looking over my shoulder. We need to find a balance."

"We will," Damon assured, his hand reaching out to gently grasp mine." But for now, let's head back to the house. It's late, and we have a lot to plan and discuss."

As we walked back to the house, the night around us seemed to close in, a reminder of the unseen threats lurking in the darkness. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with danger and unknown enemies, but one thing was clear-we would face it together, as a pack, as a family.

And as we stepped into the warmth of the house, leaving the cool

embrace of the night behind, I knew that whatever the future held, we were ready to meet it head-on.

Back inside the house, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The warmth of the familiar surroundings did little to alleviate the tension that had built up during our walk back from the training grounds. Reese,

sensing the shift in the air, looked questioningly at us. Damon was the first to break the silence.

"Reese, we need to discuss some pack matters privately. It might be best if you...

Before he could finish, Reese nodded in understanding.

"I get it. Call me if you need anything, Phera."

Once Reese had left, closing the door behind her, I turned to the triplets, my arms crossed.

"Why the secrecy? Reese is my friend, and she's part of this pack."

Axel replied, his tone gentle yet firm.

"This isn't about trust, Phera. It's about keeping the circle tight while we figure things out. What we discuss here can't go beyond us, Nate, and Adam." Zane added,

"There are things at play that need careful handling. The Council

meeting... let's just say it raised more questions than answers."

Damon motioned for us to sit down. We gathered in the living room, the familiar setting a stark contrast to the gravity of our discussion.

"The Council was hesitant, evasive even. It's like they're holding back information, or they're unsure themselves."

I settled into a chair, my mind racing.

"So what now? We're back to square one?"

"Not exactly," Axel chimed in. "There's something else we need to consider. The Blue Moon Pack."

"Their territory borders ours where the attack happened," Zane explained."

But they didn't come to our aid. Not a single warrior. It's unusual, given our alliance."

"Their lack of support is concerning," Damon added. "It could mean a number of things. Perhaps they didn't know, or worse, they chose not to intervene."

My brows furrowed in confusion.

"But why? We've always had a strong alliance with the Blue Moon Pack. What reason would they have to stay out of it?"

"That's what we need to find out," Axel stated. "It could be a simple miscommunication, or it could indicate a shift in their allegiance."

Damon leaned forward, his eyes intense.

"We're planning to send an envoy to the Blue Moon Pack. We need to understand their stance."

I took a deep breath, absorbing the weight of their words.

"And what if we find out they're no longer our allies?"

"We prepare for the worst," Zane replied somberly. "But hope for the best. We need to tread carefully. Accusations or assumptions could lead to conflict, something we must avoid unless absolutely necessary."

The room fell silent, each of us lost in our thoughts. The possibility of a fractured alliance was a dangerous prospect, one that could have far-reaching consequences for our pack.

"We need to be strategic about this," Axel said after a moment. “We can't show any weakness or uncertainty. The pack is already on edge after the attack.”

Damon nodded in agreement.

"We stand united, stronger than ever. That's the message we need to convey."

I looked at each of them, feeling a surge of determination.

"Then that's what we'll do. United we stand. Whatever comes our way, we'll face it together."

As we sat there in the dimly lit room, a plan began to form-a plan that would require all our strength, wisdom, and unity. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: we were in this together, for the pack, for our future.

As we sat in the dimly lit room, an uneasy silence enveloped us. The weight of unspoken fears and strategies hung heavy in the air. A troubling thought gnawed at me, one that I hesitated to voice. But the words spilled out, almost of their own accord. "Could it be possible that my past with Josh has something to do with the Blue Moon Pack's lack of response?" I ventured cautiously, watching their reactions closely.

Damon's reaction was immediate and visceral, his body tensing like a coiled spring.

"Josh? Why would you bring him into this?"

Axel's expression hardened, his protective instincts palpable.

"Phera, that's a stretch. Josh's history with you is personal, but this... this feels like a strategic move against the pack."

Zane's growl rumbled through the room, a sound of warning and possessiveness.

"We won't let anyone use your past against you, Phera, especially not an old flame."

I bit my lip, regretting my words.

"I know it sounds far-fetched, but with everything so up in the air, I can't help but wonder if every aspect of my past could be a weapon in this."

Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Let's not chase shadows. Our focus should be on the Blue Moon Pack and their actions, or lack thereof. They're our allies, or at least they were supposed to be."

Axel nodded in agreement.

"We've known the Blue Moon Pack for years. Their Alpha has always been honorable. It's unlikely they'd stoop to such pettiness."

"But their silence is troubling," Zane interjected. "An attack on our borders, and they did nothing. We can't ignore that."

I leaned back, feeling a mixture of frustration and helplessness.

"So, what's our next move? How do we approach this without causing a diplomatic incident?"

Damon met my gaze, his eyes reflecting determination.

"We send an envoy. We need to talk to them, face to face. Understand their reasons."

"And if their reasons aren't satisfactory?" I asked, the possibility hanging in the air like a dark cloud. "Then we reassess our alliance," Axel said firmly. "But let's not jump ahead. We need to tread carefully." Zane added,

"Our priority is the safety and stability of our pack. Anything that threatens that, we deal with it. Head-on."

The conversation shifted to planning our approach to the Blue Moon Pack. We discussed various scenarios, each more complex than the last. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I felt a sense of unity, a shared purpose that bolstered my spirits.

As the night deepened, and our plans became more concrete, I couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding. The note, the attack, and now the silence from our allies-it was all interconnected in a web of intrigue and hidden motives.

But amid the uncertainty, one thing was clear: we were in this together. Our bond, both as mates and as leaders of our pack, was our greatest strength. With Damon, Axel, and Zane at my side, I felt ready to face whatever lay ahead. We would unravel this mystery, one thread at a time, no matter where it led us.