Alpha Triplets Claim

Phera POV:

Just as we were about to leave the tension-filled meeting room, Alpha Ericson made an unexpected proposal.

"Why don't you all stay for dinner?" he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of insistence that was hard to ignore.

Damon, Axel, and Zane exchanged quick glances, clearly not keen on prolonging our stay. Damon was about to politely decline when Ericson added, with a pointed look in my direction,

"I believe my future beta would particularly enjoy the opportunity to meet you, Phera. Especially since you two share a history."

The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably at the mention of a 'future beta' and 'history. I could feel the tension rising in the triplets, their protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Before any of them could respond, I reached out through our mindlink, a calm yet firm message:

Stay calm, let's play this diplomatically.

Turning to Ericson with a composed smile, I accepted the invitation.

"Thank you, Alpha Ericson. We would be honored to join you for dinner."

Damon, Axel, and Zane masked their surprise and discomfort, nodding in agreement with my decision. Ericson's smirk broadened slightly, a look of satisfaction crossing his features.

As we followed him to the dining area, I sensed the triplets' unease. Through our mindlink, I reassured them,

We need to see this through. It could be an opportunity to learn more.

The dining room was elegantly set, a large table adorned with fine china and silverware, reflecting the Blue Moon Pack's wealth and status. Servants busied themselves with final preparations as we were seated.

Ericson was an impeccable host, ensuring that we were well attended to. The conversation during the meal was light, skirting around the earlier tension. Yet, there was an undercurrent of unspoken words and guarded glances.

Halfway through the meal, the doors opened, and a new figure entered the room. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized Josh, my ex-boyfriend, now introduced as the future beta of the Blue Moon Pack.Please visit Job nib.com and search the book title to read the entire book for free. Josh's gaze met mine, a mix of surprise and something unreadable. He took a seat across from me, his posture rigid, the air between us charged with a history that was both personal and complicated. Damon, sitting beside me, tensed visibly, his jaw set in a hard line. Axel and Zane, on either side of the table, watched the interaction with guarded eyes. Ericson seemed to relish the moment, his eyes flickering between us.

"I thought it would be a pleasant surprise," he said, a note of amusement in his voice.

I maintained my composure, aware of the triplets' protective presence.

"It's certainly unexpected, Alpha Ericson," I replied, my voice steady.

The conversation shifted, with Josh joining in. There was an awkwardness to our interactions, a dance around a past that was better left unspoken. Yet, I could sense the triplets' growing discomfort, their instincts to protect and claim bubbling just beneath the surface.

As the dinner progressed, I kept the conversation neutral, focusing on general topics and avoiding anything too personal. The triplets contributed when necessary, their responses measured and diplomatic.

Despite the outward civility, the dinner felt like a chess game, each move calculated and fraught with hidden meanings. Ericson's invitation, Josh's presence - it was all part of a larger game, the rules of which were yet unclear.

As the evening wore on, I knew that we needed to tread carefully, to navigate this delicate situation with grace and caution. The dinner was more than just a meal; it was a test of our resolve, our unity, and our ability to handle unexpected challenges.

And as we continued to dine under the watchful eyes of Ericson and the curious gaze of Josh, I remained acutely aware that every word, every gesture, was being scrutinized. But with the triplets by my side, I felt a sense of confidence. Together, we would face whatever lay ahead.

As dinner progressed, Josh initiated a conversation with me, his tone polite yet reserved.

"It's been a minute, Phera. How have you been?"

I offered a smile, keeping my response light.

"I've been well, thanks. A lot has changed since we last spoke."

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Damon's jaw clench subtly. Axel and Zane weren't far behind in their reactions, their body language shifting ever so slightly, a silent display of their protectiveness. Damon leaned in closer to me, his voice low. "It seems like old times still hold some interest," he murmured, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

I felt Axel's hand casually rest on the back of my chair, an apparent casual gesture that was laden with meaning. Zane, picking up on the cue, turned the conversation towards me.

"Phera has been doing incredible things for our pack. Her strength and leadership have been invaluable.”

Josh nodded, his gaze flickering between the triplets and me.

"That's great to hear. I always knew you were destined for big things, Phera."

The subtle dance of dialogue continued, each word and gesture laced with underlying meanings. I could feel the bond tugging at me, the instinctive pull towards the triplets, their presence both comforting and overwhelming in its intensity. Trying to maintain a balance, I addressed the table, aiming to diffuse the rising tension.

"It's been a journey of growth and learning. I'm grateful for the experiences and the people who have been a part of it."

Despite my efforts, the triplets' protective instincts were palpable.

Damon's hand found its way to my knee under the table, a reassuring yet possessive touch. Axel's arm remained draped over my chair, a silent but powerful statement.

Josh seemed to sense the tension, his expression remaining neutral, but with a hint of something unspoken lingering in his eyes.

As Alpha Ericson observed the exchanges, a faint smirk played on his lips.

"It's good to see old connections haven't been forgotten. It's important to remember where we come from."

The dinner ended with a complex mix of emotions. The triplets' overt display of possessiveness, although born from a place of love and protection, left me torn between affection and a need for independence.

As we excused ourselves from the table, the dynamics of our past and present relationships had played out in a subtle yet unmistakable dance. It was clear that the evening had been more than a mere meal; it was a display of alliances, emotions, and unspoken challenges that we were still navigating.

As we bid farewell to Alpha Ericson and prepared to leave the Blue Moon Pack territory, I felt a mix of relief and unresolved tension. The evening had been a careful dance of words and emotions. Just before we left, I hugged Josh goodbye, a gesture of closure to a chapter long closed in my life. He whispered to me,

"I'm happy for you, Phera, truly. And remember, I'll always be there for you."

Moved by his sincerity, I kissed his cheek in gratitude and appreciation. I sensed the triplets' discomfort, their barely concealed snarls a clear indication of their feelings. However, they restrained themselves, maintaining their composure as we said our goodbyes. Once we were back in the car, the tension that had been building throughout the evening finally erupted. The triplets couldn't hide their feelings any longer.

"Phera, how could you?" Damon's voice was tight, filled with a mix of anger and hurt. "Kissing him, right in front of us?"

I turned to face them, my own emotions flaring up.

"You three really need to understand something. Josh was there for me when you weren't. He picked up the pieces when my world fell apart because of what you all did." Axel interjected, his voice laced with frustration.

"But Phera, we're trying to move past that. Seeing you with him, it's not easy."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I sighed deeply, trying to calm the rising storm within me.

"And you think it's easy for me? To forget everything and just move on? That kiss was a goodbye, a thank you for being there when I needed someone. It wasn't romantic." Zane, usually more understanding, joined in.

"But Phera, it's hard to watch. You're our mate, and seeing you that close to him..."

My frustration boiled over.

"So what? You want me to just erase a part of my life because it makes you uncomfortable? Josh is a part of my past, yes, but he's also been a good friend. That matters to me." Damon looked away, struggling with his emotions.

"We know he's part of your past, Phera, but we're your present and future. It's just hard to accept."

I softened my tone, trying to make them understand.

"I chose to be with you three, not him. But that doesn't mean I'll pretend he never existed or mattered. Our relationship, our bond, needs to be built on trust and understanding, not jealousy and possessiveness."

The car ride back was filled with a heavy silence, as we each processed the weight of the conversation. It was clear that navigating the complexities of our pasts and the insecurities they brought up was going to be an ongoing challenge in our relationship. As the night enveloped us, I realized that our journey together was just beginning. A journey filled with learning, understanding, and growing together. Despite the difficulties, I knew our bond was strong and that with time, patience, and open communication, it would only become stronger.