The alphas' obsession

The dense forest surrounding the Crescent Moon Pack was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow over the trees. Sienna Moonstone trudged through the underbrush, her breath visible in the crisp night air. Her chest tightened as she clutched a small bundle of herbs she had spent hours gathering. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, creating an ethereal glow around her pale, delicate features.

She hated the forest. Not because it frightened her, but because it symbolized her place in the pack-an omega. She was always tasked with the most menial and degrading jobs. Picking herbs, cleaning the dens, and being at everyone's beck and call had defined her existence. Yet she endured, because that was all she had ever known.

The sting of rejection cut deeper than the cold night air. Born to pack warriors who died in battle when she was just a child, Sienna was left to the mercy of the pack. But mercy was something the Crescent Moon Pack lacked.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the rustling of leaves behind her. She froze, her body stiffening as a low growl reverberated through the air. Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned slowly, clutching the bundle of herbs like a makeshift shield.

A pair of glowing yellow eyes peered at her through the darkness.

"Out here all alone, little omega?" sneered a familiar voice.

Sienna's breath caught as Mark, one of the pack warriors, stepped into the clearing. His hulking frame loomed over her, and his predatory grin made her stomach churn.

"I-I was just gathering herbs," she stammered, taking a step back.

Mark's grin widened. "Always so obedient. That's what I like about you, Sienna. So easy to push around."

He advanced, and Sienna's instincts screamed at her to run, but she knew better. Running would only make things worse.

"Leave me alone, Mark," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Or what?" He laughed, his tone dripping with mockery. "You'll call for help? Who's going to come for you? No one cares about an omega."

Sienna clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. He was right. She had no one.

But before Mark could take another step, a powerful growl ripped through the air. The sound was so deep and resonant that it seemed to shake the very ground beneath them.

Mark froze, his expression shifting from predatory to terrified as another figure emerged from the shadows.

It was Alpha Garrett, the leader of the Crescent Moon Pack. His towering frame and piercing blue eyes radiated authority and power. His presence alone was enough to make even the bravest wolves tremble.

"Mark," Garrett's voice was calm but laced with menace. "What do you think you're doing?"

Mark stammered, taking a step back. "I-I was just-"

"You were harassing a member of my pack," Garrett interrupted, his tone icy. "Go. Now."

Mark didn't need to be told twice. He turned and bolted into the forest, his tail metaphorically between his legs.

Sienna stood frozen, her mind reeling. Garrett turned his gaze to her, and for a moment, she thought she saw something other than indifference in his eyes-something softer.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice gentler now.

"N-No," she managed to say, clutching the bundle of herbs tighter.

"Good." He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Get back to the packhouse. It's late."

Sienna hesitated, then nodded quickly and hurried away, her heart still racing. As she walked back to the packhouse, she couldn't help but wonder why the Alpha had intervened. He rarely paid her any attention, and she doubted it was out of concern.

But there was no time to dwell on it. Tomorrow was the Triple Blood Moon ceremony, and the entire pack was preparing for the rare event.

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The next day, the Crescent Moon Pack was abuzz with activity. Wolves of all ranks were bustling around, decorating the packhouse and setting up for the ceremony. Sienna kept her head down, focusing on her tasks.

The Triple Blood Moon was said to be a time of immense power, where the bond between fated mates could be revealed or strengthened. For someone like Sienna, it was just another reminder of her insignificance. She didn't expect to find a mate, let alone one who would accept her.

As the sun set and the moon began to rise, the pack gathered in the clearing near the forest. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation. Sienna stood at the back, trying to blend in with the shadows.

Alpha Garrett stepped forward, his commanding presence silencing the crowd. "Tonight, we honor the Triple Blood Moon," he declared. "May it guide us, strengthen our bonds, and reveal our fated mates."

The pack howled in unison, their voices echoing through the night. Sienna felt a strange pull, as if the moon itself was calling to her. Her body tingled, and her vision blurred for a moment.

When she opened her eyes, the world seemed different. The air was charged with energy, and the glowing red moon seemed to cast its light directly on her.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as three figures stepped into the clearing. Sienna's heart stopped when she saw them.

The Blackthorn triplets.

Damien, Darius, and Dante Blackthorn were infamous across all packs. As the heirs to the most powerful pack in the region, they were known for their strength, ruthlessness, and striking good looks.

Their piercing gazes locked onto Sienna, and the air around them seemed to crackle with intensity.

"She's the one," Damien said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

"Our mate," Darius added, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

Dante said nothing, but his dark eyes burned with an intensity that made Sienna's knees weak.

The crowd erupted into murmurs, disbelief and jealousy rippling through the pack.

Sienna couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The triplets were her mates?

And then the weight of their gazes settled on her, and she knew her life would never be the same.