A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs Chapter 5: Mated To All Three

{Elira}

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The clearing was already full when we arrived.

Torches burned in a wide circle, casting flickering gold across faces lined with anticipation.

Every ranked family stood tall, dressed in fine silks, precious stones, and polished pride. Elders took their seats. The high priest waited in his ceremonial robes at the center of the ring.

And above it all, the Mating Moon hung low, heavy and red—a perfect sphere of quiet judgnt.

As soon as we arrived, all eyes were on Regina.

She walked ahead of in her purple dress, her arm looped around Lady Maren’s like royalty. Her hair glittered with silver clips, her lips curled with quiet victory.

She had already decided this would be her mont.

Regina and Lady Maren liked the attention. They wanted it, even prepared for it. Hence, the deliberate delay on our way here.

They wanted all heads to turn in their direction on their arrival. And it happened.

I kept close behind them as instructed, with my head down. I didn’t speak. I didn’t breathe too loud. I was like a shadow. Regina’s shadow.

The whispers started before we were fully inside the clearing.

"There she is—Regina Shaw. She’s the one."

"She has been waiting for this mont since she was 18 and training since she was 16."

"She is beautiful. And she does have it in her to wear the Luna crown."

"And honestly, she is perfect for it. No one could have fit more."

"Which of the Alpha triplets do you think she would end up with?"

"Definitely, Zenon. He is the next Alpha. Even if Regina doesn’t feel the mate bond with him tonight, their engagent ceremony will proceed as agreed."

"That’s true. Last year, they didn’t feel the mate bond. Even two years ago. Tonight, it will be the sa."

The comnts buzzed like insects, too fast to swat away. Regina, of course, soaked them up like perfu.

"Don’t step too close," she hissed over her shoulder. "And try not to ruin my mont."

I said nothing. I didn’t plan to ruin anything.

But apparently, she did.

Just as we approached the front of the crowd, she suddenly stepped back onto the hem of my dress.

I barely had ti to gasp when my foot caught, my balance broke, and I fell. Hard.

The sound of my body hitting the ground snapped through the silence like a whip.

Laughter broke out. First, a few. Then more.

So tried to stifle it. Others didn’t bother.

"How could she choose this mont to trip over her own feet?"

"I think she was just trying to attract so attention to herself. Too bad she chose a despicable ans."

"Why is an oga even here?"

"I heard she just turned 18. She must be here searching for a mate to help her miserable life... Hahaha."

"She should have stayed in the kitchen where the rest of her kind belongs."

Regina didn’t turn to look at . She simply stepped forward with her mother, head high, as if nothing had happened.

I pushed myself up slowly, every part of burning. My dress was dirty now, so I dusted it with my hands, my face hot with sha.

It was a mystery how soon the pack forgot about . Even though I was born an oga, I at least had my respect because of my Beta father.

But after his death, Uncle Marc took over as acting Beta of our Ashfang pack; my life turned for the worse.

Suddenly, everyone shifted their attention from , giving a mont to escape from their watchful eyes.

The crowd stirred. A hum of excitent rippled through the air.

They were here.

The Ashford triplets entered the clearing from the treeline, flanked by two elite guards.

Zenon, tall and unreadable, walked in first. His jaw clenched, his black formal jacket sharp across his broad shoulders. Every step radiated strength, composure and control.

Lennon followed, looser, but giving off a dangerous aura. He had his hands in his pockets. A predator’s grin played on his lips. He was dressed like he was born to stand out—and he did.

Then ca Rennon, quiet and focused. Rimd reading glasses frad his eyes. His cloak was grey, soft, weightless. He moved calmly while giving off a peaceful aura.

They were still very handso and carried that powerful, sophisticated aura.

In the past, Zenon was unreachable. Lennon was just there, and Rennon was detached.

And I can see the growth more clearly now.

The crowd quieted.

Everyone watched Regina.

She stood alone now in the center of the ring, her face glowing under the rising moon. She couldn’t hide her excitent.

The Mating Moon was full now. Crimson. Glowing like blood.

The high priest began the ceremony. He raised both hands, then his voice bood:

"Tonight, under the Moon of Fate, the mate bond shall awaken in the chosen. The wolves shall rise. The hearts shall call."

And then, sothing shifted inside .

It started as a throb in my chest—a slow pulse. Then, a heat blood low in my stomach and rose like a tide.

I gasped.

My body felt like it was vibrating, like my bones were being pulled by a string I couldn’t see. My vision blurred—and I stumbled forward.

My mate was here?

T-this c-couldn’t... How was this possible?

The pull, it was strong, terrifying and all-consuming.

The high priest continued the incantation.

"We call the Moon. We call the Bonds. Let the fated find their pair..."

Then I felt the mate bond. Not once. Not twice. But three tis.

It wrapped around like invisible chains.

The air shifted, and sothing deep stirred.

Then I heard it.

"Go."

A voice inside . Calm. Female. Unfamiliar, yet mine.

My wolf?

Before I could think, my feet were already moving, drawn forward and pulled like a thread on a spindle.

I stepped out from the shadows and into the firelight—straight into the eyes of the pack.

Gasps followed.

And then I saw the triplets: Zenon. Lennon. Rennon.

Each moving toward from separate corners of the circle—eyes distant, trance-like.

We t at the centre, face to face. The high priest was on one side, while Regina, stunned, was on the other.

The world went still.

"Mates," my wolf whispered.

The bond snapped into place. I felt it settle into my bones. Then the pull faded.

And just like that, the three brothers blinked, breaking free of whatever held them.

Zenon’s eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw clenching. Lennon looked startled. Only Rennon... looked calm.

Then the high priest’s voice broke the silence. "It is done. The bond has chosen."

And with that, the pack exploded into shouts, accusations and chaos.

"No!" Lady Maren scread, completely losing her composure.