Lyra felt exhausted, her eyes wandering over the three Alphas standing before her. They looked at her like she meant the entire world to them. And, in a way, she did. Yet she didn't even know their names, let alone understand why three powerful men were vying for her attention.
In a small, shaky voice, she whispered, "I don't even know you… who you guys are. I don't know your names, and yet… you're here, fighting over me. This… this is impossible. There's nothing like having three mates, is there?"
The Alphas didn't argue. They simply stood there, silently agreeing with her. None of them knew her, yet the bond between them was strained, fraying at the edges. Long-standing rivalries between their packs had always set them against each other. And now… that tension was only amplified by her presence.
Lyra swallowed hard and asked, "Can I have some space? Just… a little space to myself?"
The three Alphas hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. They left the room, leaving her alone.
Lyra clutched her head as a wave of pain shot through her. *How is this possible? How can I—a rogue, someone who's suffered all her life—have three powerful Alphas fighting over me?* Her mind spun with questions, none of them yielding answers.
Outside the room, the three Alphas gathered, their gazes snapping between each other like coiled springs ready to strike.
The silver-eyed Alpha, Kyle Nightfall of the Nightfang Pack, spoke first, calm but cautious.
Azriel Moonville of the Moonville Pack, the golden-eyed Alpha, clenched his jaw.
Rowan Silverclaw of the Silverclaw Pack, the amber-eyed Alpha, let out a frustrated sigh.
"What's next?" Rowan asked, running a hand over his face, exhaustion evident.
Kyle and Azriel exchanged glances. None of them knew what to do.
"We'll let her choose," Rowan said finally, his tone firm.
Kyle's eyes darkened. "No. She is mine. Mine alone. You two… stay out of this."
Rowan's voice was sharp. "The bond is between all of us. How can you claim her for yourself? You need a mate too."
Azriel scratched his head, tension flashing in his golden eyes. "We… we'll have to share. We need to learn to share. This won't be easy, but we do it for her."
Kyle slammed his fist down on a nearby vase, shattering it. "No! She will be mine! I won't share her with either of you. None of you understand. You both know we've been enemies since childhood—our packs have always been at odds. How can we all have the same Luna? She's mine!"
Rowan shook his head, a mixture of frustration and disbelief in his amber eyes. "No one's going to stop us. We… we all want her. But for now, we focus. First, we ensure she's safe. Then we figure out the rest."
Azriel let out a reluctant sigh, understanding that peace—temporary peace, at least—was necessary.
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Back in the room, Lyra sat in stunned silence. *How is this possible? Three Alphas… all for me?* Her thoughts spun. Would the rogue hunters who had been chasing her catch up? What did this mean for her future? Every question spiraled into another, with no answers in sight.
After a while, the three Alphas returned. Kyle knelt beside her first, checking her temperature, inspecting her bruises, and asking softly, "Are you okay?"
Rowan joined him, gently patting her back, murmuring reassurance as if to tell her she truly belonged. Azriel moved to gather medical supplies, applying ointments and changing her bandages with careful precision.
Days passed.
For two whole days, that was all they did: tending to Lyra, arguing quietly among themselves, sometimes glaring at each other over her, other times stepping back to ensure her comfort. Slowly, a fragile peace settled in, each realizing that her well-being came first—before pride, before rivalry, before possessiveness.
Finally, when Lyra was healed enough to sit up on her own, she ventured out. She explored her surroundings, discovering she was in a colossal mansion. It was enormous, more like a castle than a home, with countless rooms and guards stationed throughout. All eyes followed her, curious and cautious.
Her body still bore the marks of her recent trials—healing cuts and bruises—but the Alphas' presence made her feel protected. As she moved through the halls, some of the other pack members peeked at her, whispering to each other: "Who is she? How did someone like her come to be with the powerful Alphas everyone always tried to grab their attention?"
Many looked at her curiously while others didn't hide the hatred they had for her