Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 40: Old friend.

*~Unknown~*

Finally, I was back in New Orleans.

After all these years of staying away, I had secretly hoped the city would ignore me as I stepped over its border but no, the familiarity gaped at me like a leech. It had changed, yes, but the buildings were the same. Upgraded buildings, brighter lights, but the old magic still pulsed under the surface.

I stepped into a nearby bar, lifting my chin slightly, the brim of my hat shading my eyes, my arm curled under the weight of my long, heavy gown. As I entered, silence swept the room. All eyes turned to me—mostly male. Mostly wolves.

They stared until I took a seat at the bar. The bartender came out, wiping his hands on a towel, and his scent hit me instantly wolf. Another one.

"Hey, beautiful. What do you need?" he asked, eyes flicking over me with that familiar predatory flirtation.

"Just a drink, please," I said plainly, scanning the bar again. No witches. Strange.

Back in my day, New Orleans was alive with both wolves and witches, like blood and bone. Now? Only wolves.

A sudden shriek sliced through the air beside me.

I turned. A woman stood trembling, a knife clutched in her hand. Four male wolves faced her. One of them growled, "Don’t you know witches are no longer allowed here?"

Another barked, "Alpha Cayden told us—if we see a witch, we kill."

"You and your coven rejected his offer to be tamed," the third one spat.

"Please... don’t kill me. I have a daughter," the woman begged, voice shaking as much as her blade.

They laughed at her. "Aren’t you supposed to cast a spell? Make us fall over?" one mocked.

"I could try, but I can’t take on all of you," she said weakly. "You’re wolves. I’d only make it worse."

She sobbed. "Please... I swear, I’ll leave. Just let me live. My daughter needs me."

"Oh, she laughed about leaving before coming here," one snarled, and then—it happened.

One grabbed her throat.

Another sank his teeth into her neck.

They drained her, laughing while the light vanished from her eyes.

I watched, emotionless. Cold.

And then I turned to the bartender. "Did you mix my drink?"

"Uh, yeah. Want it with a little bourbon?"

"Sure," I said. "I’m a little thirsty."

He looked at me again, this time more suspicious than flirtatious. "Huh. I thought you were a witch, you know. But seeing you watch that and not even flinch... You must be a wolf."

"Are you here to serve drinks or interrogate me?" I asked coolly.

He raised his hands, smirking, and went to grab my drink.

I stood and walked toward the wolves still cackling over the witch’s body. My fingers trailed across the bar as I approached, hips swaying slightly. I adjusted my gown, pushing my breasts up more prominently. Eyes snapped to me.

One approach. "Hey, gorgeous," he purred, taking my hand and kissing my fingers. "You look beautiful."

"I’m looking for a room. Somewhere to stay the night. Can I stay

I share with my

heads are better

eye contact with all of them and started walking. They followed behind like dogs. The bartender

to follow or serve drinks?" I

grinned, yanked off his apron, and joined

Perfect.

into one room. Once inside, I locked

No boxers. Typical.

"Versa," I muttered.

All of them turned—obedient.

gasped. "You’re

by what more I am," I

Their eyes widened.

"No... no way..."

softly, "Don’t

of my face shifting—fangs, fur,

drank all his blood, ripped the power of

Then the bartender.

Then the others.

finished, I pulled out my handkerchief,

be

hat back on. My thirst was satisfied.

stop—Gilbert’s home. The beginning

I walked, my silhouette dancing across the cobbled streets.

looked the

memories. So

car parked

The door opened.

Marcus.

eyes turned—not

anymore. Can you believe Cayden chased me out

said gently. "A lot is going

told me to leave!" she

Then she stepped out.

His wife.

stomach twisted. Rage,

watched silently as the life I should’ve had unfolded before

Scrrrr

I saw it—letters forming on the back of the car, invisible to them. Only

"It’s time, old friend."

"Versa," I whispered.

a hidden code for

Without delay, I went.

laid outside for me, but I stepped on it and entered without

wore cloaks. Over five covered figures, with candles surrounding them, and also placed on rocks above them. They all

hat, low over my face, kept me hidden. Whispers rose as I approached the center. I could feel their curiosity—wondering if I

I reached the middle.

Pulled off my hat.

Some gasped, some shivered.

stepped forward,

Lilith.

"I thought you