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."

looking for a room. Somewhere to stay the

Though I share with my three brothers. You’ll have to share the room with all four of

three heads

started walking. They followed behind like dogs. The

serve drinks?" I asked without

grinned, yanked off his apron, and joined

Perfect.

trailed behind me into a run-down inn, and I made sure to jam them all into one room. Once inside, I locked

No boxers. Typical.

"Versa," I muttered.

All of them turned—obedient.

gasped. "You’re a

by what more I am," I said, slowly pulling

Their eyes widened.

"No... no way..."

said softly, "Don’t

out, half of my face shifting—fangs, fur,

I drank all his blood, ripped the power of his wolf from his

Then the bartender.

Then the others.

I finished, I pulled out my handkerchief, wiping the blood

men need to be

my hat back on. My thirst was

home. The beginning

I walked, my silhouette dancing across the

still looked the

memories.

parked in the

The door opened.

Marcus.

recognize me. His eyes turned—not to me but to the passenger door,

them wants me anymore. Can

said gently. "A lot is going

me before! He told me to leave!" she wailed,

Then she stepped out.

His wife.

stomach twisted. Rage,

silently as the life

Scrrrr

saw it—letters forming on the back of the car, invisible to

"It’s time, old friend."

"Versa," I whispered.

was a hidden code for the

Without delay, I went.

A cloak was laid

with candles surrounding them, and also placed

as I approached the center. I could feel their curiosity—wondering if I was truly

I reached the middle.

Pulled off my hat.

Some gasped, some shivered.

stepped forward, lowering her

Lilith.

thought you died."