The Lost Pack's Luna: Her Triplets Stepbrothers

By Solange Daye

As an Omega, Elara will never find her fated mate, and the man who promised to love her forever marked another woman right before her eyes. Just when she vowed never to love again, the triplets she was raised with start to show a surprising interest in her. She doesn’t know where to turn for advice. How can she tell her adoptive parents she is developing romantic feelings for the triplets? 
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"I kissed her," Zeus spits out.
Zeke and Zane look at him in shock. 
"She was saying how she had never been kissed," Zeus begins to ramble. "That asshole fucked her without kissing her."
"Wow," Zane whisper. "You got her first kiss, and I got her first orgasm." 
"I kissed her too," Zeke chimes in. He is clearly jealous. 
"Good for you," Zane laughs. 
"What was it like when she came?" Zeus asks curiously. 
"Glorious," Zane sighs. "She coated my hand and her thighs. She is impossibly tight."
Zeke is pacing the floor. "No more firsts get taken without talking to one another," he says a little too loudly. 
"We can't just claim firsts," Zeus rolls his eyes. "Things need to happen at her pace."
Elara stretches and groans loudly. "Can you all not talk about me like I am not here?"
Zeus is immediately on the bed beside her. "We thought you were sleeping, Princess."

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Nov 1, 2024

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CHAPTER 1 Therapy

Elara POV

The therapist's office is silent. I have said all I want to today, and my campus-appointed therapist won't let me leave until our time is up. I let my eyes come in and out of focus as I stare at the ceiling. I am trying to pass the time until the session ends. It is the last day of the Fall semester, and I am ready to go home to see my family. It has been more than a year since I have seen them.

Tell me about the dream one more time, my therapist, Davis asks. This time, don't leave out any details. No matter how insignificant they may seem.  

I groan loudly. We have been over this dream a thousand times. I glance over in his direction, but his face is buried in his notepad.

Reluctantly, I sigh and begin my dream from the start. I am little, maybe three or four years old. I am walking through the forest with a large white wolf by my side. 

What color are the wolf's eyes? Davis interrupts.

I close my eyes and try to recall the details of the dream. I picture the wolf from my dream. Gold, I reply. Her eyes were gold. 

Like yours? Davis asks.

No, I pause. Hers were brighter. Almost like they glowed. 

How do you know the wolf is female? He interrupts again.

I don't know, I snap at him. I just do.

Davis pinches the bridge of his nose and waves his hand in my direction. Continue. 

There is snow on the ground, and my boots are too small. My toes curl in front of the boots, and they are cold. The snow is so high that it is falling inside the tops of my boots. I am not wearing the proper clothes to be outside, and I am shivering.

I pause as I get lost in the dream. I can feel my anxiety begin to spike, and I have to remember my breathing techniques.

"The wind picks up, and snow falls from the treetops. It swirls around me, and I find it difficult to see the white wolf. I try to shield my eyes with my hand, but she is nowhere to be found. The sound of wolves howls in the distance, and I spin in circles, trying to find my guide. My tears are stinging my cheeks as they freeze in the wind and snow.

Each moment feels longer than the last as I search for the wolf. The howling of wolves gets closer, and a voice echoes in my mind. It tells me to run."

Then what happens? Davis asks.

"The large wolf nudges me forward with its muzzle, and I run through the snow. But the snow is too deep, and I trip and fall. I look down at my hands, and they are beginning to turn blue. I try to ball them up into fists, but it feels like my bones will break.

I am on my hands and knees crawling through the snow when I hear fighting behind me. I want to look over my shoulder, but I am too scared. Arms wrap around me, and that's when I wake up, I finish opening my eyes.

Davis pulls his glass off his face, and I can see the long scar that covers one of his eyes. His eyes are milky white with flecks of color in them. He used to be jarring to look at, but I am getting used to it. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head in frustration.

Which way did the white wolf go? He asks. Did she fight, or did she run away? 

I sit up on the couch and glare at Davis. I don't know. That's not part of my dream. 

Davis leans forward on his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. You said you heard fighting, he continues. Who was fighting? 

I don't know, I say again, slower this time. That's not part of my dream. 

I am beginning to get frustrated. The questions are the same every time I come, and I am beginning to question whether he is qualified.

Davis sits back and laces his fingers together on his lap. Tell me about the day you were found. 

My eyes begin to burn with unshed tears. I haven't talked about that day, ever. I don't think I am ready to talk about that, I manage to choke out.

Davis scribbles something on his notepad and checks the time. There are about five minutes left in our session. I breathe out a sigh of relief. Even if I wanted to talk about how I was found, there wouldn't be enough time. Davis seems to realize that as well.

Will you be here over winter break? He asks.

No, I answer curtly. I will be going home. 

I see, he says. Which pack are you a part of? 

The Obsidian Pack, I tell him.

Interesting, Davis mutters.

Why is that interesting? I ask.

You do not look like you are from the Obsidian Pack, he responds. Most of them have dark hair and eyes. You, on the other hand, are the opposite.

So, I reply, offended.

It is likely that the Obsidian Pack isn't your true home, he tells me.

Whatever, I mumble. It is my home now. 

We can schedule virtual visits while you are off campus, Davis informs me. I don't want you to miss any sessions.

I fidget uncomfortably on the couch. Is that really necessary? My family doesn't know I have been in therapy, and I would like to keep it that way. 

In order for you to get the full benefits of therapy, you need to commit fully, he lectures. Why don't you want your family to know? 

A quiet bell rings, signaling that the session is over. I get up from the couch and do not answer his question. He has gotten enough out of me today.

Keep your phone with you, Davis yells after me. I will be checking up on your progress while you are gone. 

I slam the door behind me and take a moment to collect myself. Within seconds my boyfriend, Kevin, is at my side. His arms immediately wrap around me, and I sink into them. I let the tears that I was holding back flow freely.

How did it go? Kevin asks.

I wipe my eyes and look up into his eyes. They are a strange shade of purple, making me think about what Davis said about me not fitting into the Obsidian Pack. Kevin's home pack is the Amythest Pack. But I have never encountered another werewolf with eyes the same color as mine. But I also have no wolf, so I haven't put much thought into where I belong.

Kevin runs his fingers down my face, bringing me from my thoughts. How did it go? He asks again.

Same session, different day, I grumble as I head for the door.

You know he is just trying to help you, Kevin says quietly. Your nightmares…

I know, I shout. I have to put in the work. 

Kevin takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. I don't want to fight with you, he says gently. Not when I am getting ready to meet your parents for the first time. 

My mood instantly lightens, and I smile. They will love you, I tell him. It's not like I am waiting for my fated mate like you. 

You could have a fated mate, Kevin says sadly. And they will have to fight me to take you away from me. 

I'm an Omega, remember, I try to sound cheerful. We don't get fated mates.

CHAPTER 2 The Princess Comes Home Today

Zeke POV

Kicking the door to my bedroom open, I place my hands on my hips and glare at my sleeping brothers. We might be triplets, but we are nothing alike. I have been up since before the sun helping Dad with pack business and then helping Mom with preparations for our adopted sister's coming home party.

It is now noon, and neither of their lazy asses have gotten out of bed. I slam the door shut, and Zane covers his head with his pillow. Zeus throws his pillow at me as hard as he can, hitting me in the face.

Wake up, Assholes, I growl. Elara comes home today. 

Zane moans something from under his pillow, but he doesn't attempt to leave his bed. Zeus throws his feet over the side and stretches. Stark naked, he leaves his bed and rips the pillow off Zane's head.

Wake up, Idiot, he growls at Zane. The Princess comes home today. Let's get ready. 

Zane turns his head to the side and opens his eyes. The only thing he can see is Zeus's massive cock in front of his face.

Goddess, damn it, he screams at Zeus. Why is your dick always in my face? 

Zeus steps away, and Zane rolls back over. What time is the party? He asks.

In a couple of hours. Mom wants it to be a surprise, I tell him.

Who's coming? Zane demands to know.

Does it fucking matter, Zeus growls at him. It is a party for the Princess. We haven't seen her in over a year. 

She's not even our sister, Zane replies. She is just someone Mom found out in the snow when she was three. 

She is family, I remind him. You will be at this party.

Fine, Zane grumbles. But I am bringing a date. 

Zeus and I share a look. Neither of us is surprised that Zane wants to bring a date. In fact, I would be shocked if he didn't. There is always a girl on his arm. I just wonder who the flavor of the week is tonight.

That's fine, I tell him. Apparently, Elara is too. 

Zeus and Zane both look in my direction. What the fuck do you mean? Zeus growls.

Our little Princess is all grown up, I say.

The fuck she is, Zeus snarls. I will kill him.

Take it up with Mom, I shrug. She okayed it. 

Zeus storms from the room, and I flop down on my bed and try not to let the excitement of Elara coming home show. Out of my brothers, I probably love her the most. From the moment my mother brought her into this house, I knew I wanted to take care of her and protect her.

She was so small and freezing cold. She didn't speak for a week, and when she finally did, all she said was her name. Eventually, she followed me around the house like a lost puppy; her golden eyes were wide with wonder. It was like she hadn't seen any technology or toys before.

My mother doted on her like she was her own, dressing her in frilly pink dresses and lacy socks with matching shoes. We all love Elara, even though Zane pretends he does not. Zeus and I know the truth, he loves her as much as the rest of us.

I pull on my headphones and get lost in my video game. I am screaming through the headset when someone places their hands over my eyes. I pause my game and sniff the air. Lavender fills my nose, and I suppress the groan in my throat.

I pull Emery's hands off my eyes, and she flops down on my lap. The bright smile on her face makes me want to vomit.

It's a good thing I'm not the enemy, she laughs. Or I could have snuck up on you and killed you. Or maybe you wanted me to sneak up on you.

I try to move Emery off my lap, but she is persistent. She is the daughter of our Beta. We all grew up together, and she has been throwing herself at us since we didn't find our mates when we turned eighteen.

It was not just her; our father has been hinting that one of us should take her as our mate. It makes sense she is the daughter of a Beta and that she could be Luna one day. The only problem is none of us want her. Not even Playboy Zane will touch her with a ten-foot pole.   

Your mom wants me to tell you it's time to come down, Emery says, tightening her arms around my neck. Elara should be here any minute, but I don't think anyone would notice we are missing. 

Shit, I mutter as I throw Emery off my lap.

She hits the floor on the other side of the room. I don't bother to look back at her as I race from the room. I jump down the stairs two at a time. The main room of the pack house is dark. Everyone is silently waiting in the dark for Elara to arrive.

I want to be at the front of the crowd when she opens the door. Being the first person she sees is at the top of my list. As I push my way through the crowd, the scent of honeysuckle fills my nose.

My eyes widen, and I search the crowd for the smell. My sight sharpens as I peer through the darkness, and I can see my brothers looking around at the same time. They smell it, too. My wolf is clawing dangerously at the edges of my mind, trying to break free. It can only mean one thing. Whoever this scent belongs to is my mate.

While I am searching for the origin of the scent, the doorknob begins to jiggle. I am torn. Do I run to the front of the crowd to see Elara, or do I find my mate?

My mother shushes the crowd, and my father steps through the doorway. He doesn't look pleased. His dark eyes glow weirdly in the dark, and I am instantly worried for Elara. Turning my full attention to the doorway, I watch as my father steps to the side and Elara walks in.

My breath hitches in my throat as the lights are turned on. Everyone yells, Surprise, but not me. My eyes are on Elara. The scent of honeysuckle is swarming around her. Her blonde hair is longer than the last time I saw her, hanging down to her waist. It has been a year since I have seen her, and she has filled out in all the right places. She is wearing a pair of jeans and an oversized sweater, but she can't hide the supple shape of her body.

Tears of joy are running down her face as people approach her. She hugs each one, and jealousy rises in my chest. Why are they touching her? She belongs to me.

I don't know what has come over me, but I know I need to get Elara out of here and get her to myself.  

Just as I am about to approach her and drag her out of the party, a man steps through the door and wraps his arm around her shoulder. A growl rumbles in not only my chest but also from my brothers.

Elara's eyes dart in my direction, and a smile spreads across her face. Zeke, she squeals.

She ducts out from the man's arm and rushes in my direction, wrapping her arms around my neck. Jumping into the air, she wraps her legs around my waist. She places a kiss on my cheek and hugs me tightly.

I have missed you so much, she whispers next to my ear.

I carefully wrap my arms around her, trying to ignore the chanting of my wolf in my mind. 'Mate. Mate. Mate.'

CHAPTER 3 Chosen Mate

Elara POV

Zeke is acting weird. He is barely touching me when normally he would spin me around, hugging me as tightly as he possibly can. I can't help but feel a little disappointed for not receiving the warm welcome I was expecting from him, but that is okay. I have two other brothers to torment.

I drop my legs from around Zeke and see Zeus and Zane standing with their arms crossed over their chests. Neither one looks excited to see me. Pushing my bottom lip out in a ridiculous pout, I widen my eyes and turn on the waterworks.

Why aren't you three happy to see me? I whine. I have missed you.

The triplets share a look, and I know they are talking to each other through the mind link. I stop my foot on the ground and huff loudly, gaining their attention.

Come on, I say, grabbing Zeus by the hand. There is someone I want you to meet. 

Zeus looks down at our joined hands, and a blush rushes across his cheeks. Ignoring his weirdness, I drag the triplets to the front door, where Kevin is waiting.

Kevin's purple eyes narrow as his eyes land on Zeus and I's hands. He doesn't look pleased to see me holding another man's hand, so I drop it immediately. Zeus grumbles something under his breath and cracks his knuckles.

I swallow hard. I never imagined it would be this hard to introduce a guy to the triplets. They have always been protective, but I never expected this.

I grab Kevin's hand, and it feels weird in my hand now. Before, it made me feel safe; tonight, it just feels wrong. I push aside the awkward feelings and inch myself closer to Kevin.

Guys, I smile tentatively. This is Kevin. He is my…

I am her chosen mate, Kevin interrupts me.

My mouth drops open in shock. Kevin and I had discussed telling my family we were dating but never discussed telling them he was my chosen mate. The triplets are staring at me. Their dark eyes bore into my soul, waiting for me to confirm or deny this.

I link my arm to Kevin's, lay my head on his shoulder, and smile. I try to act normal, but I know I am showing too much teeth. My smile is all wrong, and the triplets are picking up on it. They know me better than anyone.

Finally, Zane steps forward and looks Kevin up and down. He wouldn't have been my first choice to approach Kevin, but here we go.

Zane sniffs the air around Kevin before taking a step back. You aren't an Omega.

Kevin stiffens at my size. I am not. I am the son of the Beta of the Amethyst Pack. 

You have a fated mate, Zeus butts in. What are you doing with my Princess? 

I cock my head to the side and give Zeus a weird look. He has never referred to me as his Princess before. I don't understand why they are all acting so weird.

I have yet to find my fated mate, Kevin explains. When I met Elara, I knew the Moon Goddess had other plans for me. 

Bullshit,