Bonded To Her Triple Alphas

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Kaya’s POV.

“Has anyone never been mated to three werewolves before?” I ask Luna Olivia, and she tsks in disagreement right before she glances at my reflection through the mirror.

Olivia begins with a laugh, which results in a fixation of cease on the skin of my forehead. “Truth be told, a fidelity of love you are. I may be a Luna, but I learn a lot from you. I, for one, would have rejected three mates. It’d be a fucking confusion for me.”

She isn’t being offensive, though. For the past few hours, we have been having a conversation about how I manage to accept the triplets, but for me, I just can’t say. I think it all has to do with love. Well, they say love is blind, so perhaps that is what I am.

Perhaps unlike her, I do not see them as three beings but rather as one, and so far, each time I see the triplets, my inside runs with my heart beating fast. They make my hormones anxious, and my stomach erupts with blue butterflies.

It is an intoxicating feeling.

“But today is a big day, Kaya.” Olivia pats my cheeks from behind me.

Her hands entwine with mine, and she helps me stand up in my most astounding gown. The dress streams down my body, entirely dragging through the floor as I walk.

Exhaling with my parted lips, the sides are crinkled as they part wide in a showcase of utter delight. At the same time, I suffer from anxiety and my head feels light, but I keep telling myself that it’s all because of my happiness.

And yes, I am happy.

“You’re going to be Luna, today, Kaya. I am sure you’re so proud of what you are soon to become.” As Olivia whispers into my ears, we are now standing at the end of the room.

Just ahead of us is the throne room, where the mating ceremony will take place. We are separated from it by only the thin curtains.

“I can feel the bursting vibrance within me. I can feel the powers of the witches before me. Indeed, they are proud, Olivia. They’ve never wanted as much harmony as what we are about to do today. This is going to be a history that the world will remember for centuries to come.“ Olivia’s brows rise, amused by my certainty.

“Well, let’s start by enjoying today first, my Luna.” She bows lightly, and I laugh.

Now, that’s cliche.

Releasing my arm, she walks away. The bells ring, and it is time. “Pull yourself together.” Still repeating as a mantra, Chester walks up to me.

“Take my arm, Luna.” And I do as he bids.

“Any words of encouragement?” I ask him, and he chuckles.

His lips are shaded on one side. “Don’t trip. All princesses do, and trust me, it’s nothing romantic. It’s purely annoying.”

“Well, thanks for the...” My words choke up in my throat as the curtains slide apart, and I’m facing the crowd.

There are a lot more people to fill the throne room than I expected. I see werewolves from the neighboring packs on the left side, and on the right side, men of the triplets. I see the knights, royal members, and members of the council.

“Keep your face on the prize, Luna Kaya.” That title gets me perked up, and I snap back to my right senses.

Chester is correct.

As we take the first step, the second comes naturally, and then the third. My lips are pressed tightly together as Chester leads me to the alter, where lies the throne.