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My Return With The Alpha's Secret Triplets

Alpha Eric left his mate, Lucy after a one-night stand at a foreign pack where both met as strangers. Three years later, Lucy is now the mother of triplets and struggling to raise her kids all by herself without support. Her heart is filled with revenge for the father of her kids wherever she will meet him. The new Alpha of her pack comes home and the pack estate is set for a colorful welcoming ceremony. To her widest shock, Eric is the new Alpha of her pack who had been away in the foreign pack she met him on Military Training. He's not only her Alpha but the owner of the Academy she schools in. Now he wants her and her kids back. “I rejected you because I was dating a mafia boss, I did it to protect you.” He says. Will Alpha Eric be able to convince Lucy to come back with him? Alpha Eric wants her back so badly, soon Lucy begins to fall for him too, little did they know the great obstacles and impending dangers ahead. Will their love be strong enough to withstand the tempest? What will happen when Alpha Eric's mafia ex comes back?
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Chapter 1

Lucy's POV

I was enticed by my best friend into attending the Spring Festival, a pack event which was organized by the residing pack where I stayed for my first college year abroad. It was a thrilling night, I was eighteen then so I was eager to find a mate.

The best part I was looking forward to was the night party held at Louis Wiss Hotels and Resort. I was adorned with my multi-colored skimpy skirt which barely covered my ass and little part of my hips, I walked in heels while my hair was tied into a high ponytail, my makeup was showy and seductive. I pouted my deep red lips which were capable of attracting any male but I was only waiting for one person, my mate. Since today was my birthday, I was pretty sure I'm gonna meet him.

The main carnival where the dancers and artists performed one after the other ended without me sensing my mate. The day was getting older as dusk was slowly approaching. Though I was beginning to sink in despair, I didn't fully give up hope, especially when I remembered that I still had the night party and it's gonna be filled with youngsters, mostly single guys and girls who were also searching for their mates.

My bestie retired to spend an intimate night with her mate whom she met when she was eighteen like me. I was left alone dancing to pop music with a glass of wine in my hand. I was nearly getting drunk. I got to like it, I was getting hornier.

“I just wish my mate will come now and fuck the hell out of my head!” I muttered to myself, still dancing to the music which was playing loud.

While dancing on the ground floor, a strong scent hit my nose. I flare my eyes in sudden excitement, what I'd just entertain as thoughts was coming true. The scent of Olives and Bush Lilies overwhelmed me, I began to turn my head in different directions, trying to see where he was. I didn't need to leave my location, I knew that he was coming for me.

“Mates!” I heard from behind me and a warm hand touching my elbow, slowly a male frame hugged me from behind before I even got to turn.

“Mates?” I uttered in response, with my voice filled with shock as I turned to see a gorgeous, well-built and hot young man standing behind me with a seductive smile. From the lighting, his eyes were radiant brown, they could capture my soul.

I blinked my eyes three times in a row wondering if this was the handsome demi-god the moon goddess destined for me as a mate. If he was, then I was the luckiest girl in the world.

My wolf was leaping in excitement, growling so loud to attract him. I blushed a red as my cheeks made this obvious. I caught my handsome stranger mate staring down at my body, down to my legs.

“You look so beautiful and sexy,” he said, making me flush, I tucked a strand of hair which fell on my face behind my ear.

“You look exceedingly gorgeous–” I wanted to say more but his beauty had captured me and I couldn't really say more but rather my eyes did the talking.

“I'm Lucy!” I called my name when I couldn't say much.

“I'm Eric.” He smiled. “So we've found each other now, can we retreat and spend some quiet time to strengthen our bonds?”

“Yes, sure.”

The garden was the first place that came to our minds. It's where most mates spend some lovely time with their partners, it was wide enough to give all the lovers here a confidential space where they could talk without anyone eavesdropping.

No matter how hard I tried to control myself while cuddling with him and looking at the stars, I wanted him badly. Seeing how muscular and well-built he looked, he would have a huge cock to pound me.

“Gosh!” I shrieked. “You're already having dirty thoughts about him.

“Yes, of course.” I replied to myself. He's my mate and if I don't think of having sex with him, who else will I fantasize this with.

From the lustful way he looked at me, coupled with admiration, I knew he wanted me. Our wolves were screaming hard on us. I needed him to mark me, to claim me. I was just tired of being single, each time, my best friend talked of her mate and them having fondness together, I would get jealous. Now I was blessed with mine, I couldn't wait to have a first time experience of how sex was like.

“We ought to have sex tonight to mark you,” Eric said as he stood up, holding my hands and looking deeply into my eyes. Sensations intertwined, I felt knots in my stomach, my hormones were going crazy and crazier the longer he looked at me.

I'd never had a man in my life before, seeing such a beautiful demi-god being my mate, I was filled with shyness to some extent. His cute eyes were burning down to my soul. I would look at him, take my eyes off, then look at him again. If merely looking, I was feeling so deeply for him, I wondered when he undressed me to fuck me. I just wondered how I'll feel seeing him naked.

“I guess you're going too far in your thought,” he grinned as he said this which made me realize he knew what was going on in my mind.

We booked a room at the hotel. With the luxury attached here, we were sure to have a great night.

Eric carried me to the bed where he dropped me and my gown pushed up to reveal my panties. I attempted to pull it down out of nervousness but his burning gaze laced with lust made my hands freeze.

“You don't need to hide anything from me. I'm your mate.” His voice was deep and sexy.

Gosh!

I grinned so wide. I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt right before me, pulling it off to reveal his abs. “Oh God!” I whispered in reflex, making him amused.

His eight-pack abs stood there, making him look so hot like a Greek god. Something hit my mind at this point. I was made to ask.

“Are you of Alpha origin?” I asked.

“Yes,” he grinned.

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