Triplet Alphas Gifted Luna

Chapter 37 Homecoming

Thea went all out for the welcome home party for the pack members returning from their military service. Now that she knew they had gone into the military to join her protection detail, she felt even more obligated to make them feel appreciated. Signs were made and placed outside as well as inside the pack house. 

“You Belong Here.”

 “ Welcome Home.” 

“Glad You’re Back.”

 “We’re Proud of You.”

She oversaw the preparation of their individual rooms in the pack house. Even though it made her uncomfortable, and she was sure she would end up disappointing them all, she understood that they saw her as some kind of demi-god, savior, or angel incarnate. 

She knew being in their rooms and leaving her scent there would mean a lot to them. Proof that this person they think the world of had been there, thinking of them. She didn’t believe she was whatever they thought she was, but she knew they venerated her. It was the least she could do to repay the time they’d put into keeping her safe. ¢

She made sure their closets were stocked with clothes. She found out their favorite colors, styles, and had the rooms decorated to suit them.

She put a welcome basket in each of their rooms with foods they didn’t get to eat overseas. Toiletries—if their preferred was known, that’s what she put in—if not, something nice. 

A nice grooming kit for their trademark clean-cut looks. Apad of stationery and a fancy pen with their name on it. On the first page of each pad, Thea wrote “Bucket List” at the top. She put a sticky note on it and wrote: “Write down all the things you want to do now that you’re home. We’ll do our best to make them happen.”

She encouraged all the pack members to do something—writing a note of thanks, or “glad to have you home,” or something personal if they knew the returning soldier. Those notes went in their rooms as well. Some were sticky notes she put on their walls.

She dedicated a wall in the Dining Hall to the returning soldiers. The four fresh from the military—Anders, Shaw, Channing, and Kurt— and the men doing private investigation, security, and bodyguarding — Dolf, Callan, Dillon, Ryker, Ethan, and Garrin. She put up a picture of each of them, surrounded by remembrances of each one. Nice things people have said about them. Anyone could add to it. She was glad so many people had nice things to contribute. She didn’t remember much about them.

or surprises around for the triplets to find. She had Lizzy stick love notes she’d written beforehand in their lockers. She rubbed the notes

as their favorite superheroes to show the returning soldiers that’s how they

The men got out of the vehicles to roaring applause, howls, and shouts of “

each man with a handshake and a hug. As the future leaders, the triplets were next to

enough to be on the team? Did they care enough? If so, how do they best

her absent parents and as the assumed future Luna. When the first returning soldier got to her, he froze. She could tell he wanted to kneel before

the pictures

Grail, and he would burst into flames if he touched it. She felt the burden of all the time they devoted to her, sacrificing

the time to burst their bubbles. They were proud right now. They were being welcomed home as heroes. She had to act the part. She bit back

reached with her other hand, grabbed Anders’ wrist, and guided his hand into hers. She gripped his hand

behalf of my parents and myself, thank you for your service,” Thea said.

looked at her with adoration in his eyes, like deigning to speak to him had made the last decade worth it. She hoped he didn’t see the

Anders said, a huge smile growing on his face. She couldn’t help but smile back at

feel the energy of

your pack gave you a breath of life? How difficult it must have been

he didn’t think he’d be lucky enough to hold again. He was sure the boost of

for the rest of the men, until

greeting, Garrin smiled big and

tall,” Garrin

Now, look at you. Little Thea, our future Luna, all grown up and about to shift. I hear you’re

“I train,” Thea said.

to

hand on Garrin’s