The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 124: Their Refusal

Liam’s POV

​The "Marry them!" chant didn’t stop. In fact, it grew until the glass in the study windows began to rattle in their frames. I looked out through the curtains and felt my heart sink.

​They weren’t leaving.

​As the cold night stretched on, the hundreds of pack members didn’t go back to their warm beds. Instead, they sat down. Right there, on the cold stone and grass of the square, they formed a massive, silent circle around the pack house. It was a siege—not by an enemy, but by our own family.

​"They’re staying," Leo whispered, standing by the door. "I tried to link the guards to clear the square, but they won’t pick up. They’re standing out there with them, Liam. Our own warriors are refusing our orders."

​"Someone recruited them," I growled, looking closer at the crowd. I noticed Father Lennox’s personal guards moving through the masses, handing out heavy blankets and water. They weren’t trying to calm the people; they were making sure the people were comfortable enough to stay as long as it took to break us. Our own fathers had turned our pack against us.

​Leon didn’t say a word. He was staring at a photo of our mother on the mantelpiece. He looked like a man who was watching his own funeral.

​The chanting eventually died down, replaced by a sound that was a thousand times worse: the sound of children crying in the cold night air. The pack was suffering, and in their minds—and the minds of our fathers—it was all our fault. They didn’t care about the drug. To them, our bodies and our souls were just pack property.

​A heavy knock sounded on the study door. It wasn’t the aggressive bang of our fathers; it was a soft, hesitant thud.

scraped knees and tucking us in when our mother couldn’t. Beside her stood

Martha whispered, her voice trembling. "The people... they

pleading. "You know we wouldn’t do this. We were drugged.

is right anymore, Liam. I know the Full Moon Pack is the strongest.

we win, warriors will die. My son is on the front lines. Other mothers’ sons are there, too. Are you willing to trade their lives just so you don’t have to marry those girls? How many graves are you willing to dig to keep your

Alpha Liam. I don’t want the bad wolves to come. I’m

own was now the one holding the

I felt sick. My wolf howled in the back of my mind—a sound filled

I said, turning back to my brothers. The weight of the crown felt like it was crushing my skull. "If we fight, we

speak. He simply walked over to the leather couch and sank into it, burying his face in his hands. We followed him, sitting in

thin wails that spoke of cold skin and the sting of insects biting them in the dark. Every time a baby

suffering out there," I whispered, my voice thick with a mix

"Our fathers are letting them stay out there in the cold just to break

the infants was joined by the low, rhythmic humming of the elders. I couldn’t take it anymore. I surged to my feet and stormed toward the balcony, throwing the glass doors

home!" I roared, my Alpha aura flaring so brightly it lit up the square. "The children are freezing! Look at them! Go back to your houses