Triplets Obsession

Episode 1: Sold to Monsters

Elira learned very early in life that being born an omega was a sin she would forever pay for.

She stood in the corner of the dimly lit hall, fingers clenched tightly into the thin fabric of her dress, as voices argued over her fate like she wasn’t even there. The oil lamps flickered, casting long shadows on the stone walls of the pack house—a place that had never once felt like home.

“She’s useless,” her uncle snapped. “Too quiet. Too weak.”

“And expensive,” another voice added coldly. “Her heat medicine alone is draining us.”

Elira lowered her head.

She had heard these words all her life. Useless. Burden. Weak omega.

Her parents had died when she was young, leaving her behind in a pack that never wanted her. Since then, she had lived quietly, obediently, trying not to breathe too loudly or take up too much space. She cleaned. She cooked. She endured the whispers and the glares.

But tonight… tonight felt different.

The air was heavy. Final.

A tall man stepped forward—the pack leader. His eyes held no warmth as they settled on Elira, assessing her like livestock.

“The Alpha Triplets have accepted the offer.”

The words didn’t register at first.

Accepted… what?

Elira’s heart stuttered.

“What offer?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

No one answered her directly.

Instead, the pack leader continued, “By ancient law, the Triplet Alphas must take a mate. They have refused for years, destabilizing their territory. The council is forcing compliance.”

Her blood ran cold.

The Alpha Triplets.

Everyone knew them.

Three brothers. One soul. Monsters in human skin.

They ruled the northern lands with violence and fear. No omega had ever lasted near them. Rumors said they rejected mates brutally. Others whispered they didn’t feel emotions at all—only dominance and bloodlust.

“No,” Elira breathed, stepping back. “Please… I don’t—”

“You have no choice,” her uncle cut in sharply. “You should be grateful. Your marriage will clear our debts.”

Her chest tightened painfully.

Marriage.

She had imagined many things in her life—quiet days, maybe freedom one day—but never this. Never being sold to men who despised omegas.

“I can’t,” she whispered, panic crawling up her spine. “They don’t want a mate. They’ll hate me.”

The pack leader’s voice was merciless. “That is not our concern.”

Two guards stepped forward.

Elira shook her head violently. “Please—please don’t do this. I’ll work harder. I’ll do anything.”

No one listened.

That was the moment she understood.

She was not a person here.

She was a solution.

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The carriage ride felt endless.

Elira sat alone inside the iron-lined vehicle, her hands trembling in her lap. The scent blockers they had forced her to wear burned against her skin, barely masking her omega scent. Her heart raced with every mile they traveled deeper into the Alpha Triplets’ territory.

The land itself felt wrong.

The forest grew darker. Thicker. The air buzzed with dominance so strong it made her stomach twist. Even without seeing them, she could feel the presence of powerful alphas nearby—watching, waiting.

Tears slid silently down her cheeks.

She didn’t know what frightened her more: the forced marriage… or the certainty that she would never be loved.

When the carriage finally stopped, the guards opened the door without a word.

Elira stepped out.

The mansion before her was massive—cold stone rising toward the sky like a fortress. No warmth. No life. Just power.

And then… she felt it.

Three scents hit her at once.

Dark. Overwhelming. Alpha.

Her knees nearly buckled.

The doors opened.

They stood at the top of the stairs.

Three men.

Identical faces, yet terrifyingly different.

The one in the center—tall, broad-shouldered, his eyes like frozen steel—stepped forward.

Aeron.

The leader.

His gaze swept over her slowly, critically, without even a flicker of interest.

“So,” he said flatly. “This is what they sent us.”

Elira’s breath hitched.

To his left, another alpha leaned against the railing, arms crossed. His expression was sharp, dangerous, his lips curled in open disdain.

Kairo.

He laughed darkly. “She looks like she’ll break if I breathe on her.”

On the right, the third alpha said nothing.

Lucien.

His eyes were pitch-black, unreadable, watching her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. He didn’t smile. He didn’t scowl.

He simply observed.

Elira lowered her head immediately, fear flooding her veins.

“I—I greet my alphas,” she said softly, bowing as she had been taught.

Silence followed.

Then Aeron spoke again, voice cold and clipped. “We did not request a bride.”

Her heart shattered a little.

“But the council decided we needed one,” Kairo added mockingly. “So here you are.”

Elira clenched her fists. “I will obey,” she whispered. “I won’t cause trouble.”

Aeron stepped down the stairs until he stood before her.

He was close now. Too close.

The pressure of his alpha aura crashed over her, crushing, suffocating. Her legs trembled despite her effort to stay standing.

“I don’t want a mate,” he said quietly, each word cutting deeper than the last. “I don’t want your devotion. Your tears. Your heat.”

He leaned closer, eyes sharp.

“And you will never receive my affection.”

Her throat burned.

“Yes… Alpha.”

Kairo scoffed. “Make sure she understands the rules.”

Lucien finally spoke, his voice low and calm. “She already does.”

His gaze met hers for a split second.

Something unreadable passed through his eyes.

The ceremony happened that night.

No flowers. No celebration.

Just vows spoken like sentences.

Elira stood between them, dressed in white that felt more like a shroud than a gown. The mark on her wrist burned as the bond sealed, a dull ache spreading through her body.

She bit her lip to keep from crying.

When it was over, Aeron turned away immediately.

“This marriage is a contract,” he said without looking at her. “Nothing more.”

Kairo added cruelly, “Don’t expect a wedding night.”

Lucien said nothing.

She was led to a separate room.

Alone.

Elira sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands.

She was married.

To monsters who didn’t want her.

Her chest ached as she curled into herself, tears finally spilling freely.

“I’ll survive,” she whispered into the darkness. “I have to.”