Alpha Triplets' Omega Mate [BL]

The DeLorenzo estate had always been a fortress—grand, impenetrable, a testament to the triplets' unrivaled power. But now, for the first time, its walls housed something fragile. Someone fragile.

Roo had drifted back into an uneasy sleep, exhaustion pulling him under before he could process the weight of Alexander's words. But the triplets did not leave his side.

Alexander remained standing, his gaze unreadable as he studied the omega's delicate features. His silver eyes traced the faint shadows beneath Roo's lashes, the soft parting of his lips as he breathed. He was still too pale, still too weak.

Alec, ever the strategist, observed in silence. His golden eyes flickered between his brother and the sleeping omega, already anticipating the storm that would come.

Ace exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "We need answers."

Alexander's jaw clenched. "We will get them."

Alec nodded. "Then let's start now."

The private intelligence division of DeLorenzo Enterprises functioned like a well-oiled machine. It had to. As the most powerful alphas in America—both in the corporate world and the supernatural hierarchy—the triplets ruled with absolute control.

Their information network stretched across every sector: technology, finance, military, and even the shadows where rogue wolves thrived.

Alec's fingers danced across the holographic display in their secured war room, files and data streams shifting under his command. "I ran another background scan," he murmured. "Nothing. No records of an omega named Roo. Not in any registry, pack records, or even black-market trades."

Ace's eyes darkened. "That's impossible. He exists. He had to come from somewhere."

Alec's jaw tightened. "Which means someone erased him."

Silence fell between them. The implications were disturbing.

Alexander leaned forward, his voice low and controlled. "The rogues we captured—are they still alive?"

Ace's lips curled into something lethal. "For now."

Alexander's gaze flickered with approval. "Then let's remind them who they crossed."

Roo stirred before dawn.

The warmth surrounding him was unfamiliar. Soft. Too soft. He flinched at the feel of silk beneath his fingers, at the sheer size of the bed beneath him. His body ached in ways he didn't understand, but it was not the pain that unsettled him.

It was the absence of it.

For as long as he could remember, pain had been his constant. Hunger, cold, exhaustion—his only companions. And yet, here… it was different.

The room was dim, lit only by the flickering embers of the fireplace. The space was massive, larger than any place he had ever dared to rest in. The air carried the crisp scent of pinewood, smoke, and something deeper. Something wild.

A scent that made his stomach twist.

Possessive. Unyielding.

Alpha.

His heartbeat spiked.

Then he heard it—the slow, steady rhythm of breathing.

His eyes darted to the side.

Three figures.

One seated in the armchair closest to the bed, his long legs crossed, an open book resting on his lap. Golden eyes gleamed from beneath dark lashes as Alec regarded him, silent but watchful.

Another stood by the window, arms folded, silver eyes cool and unreadable. Alexander.

And the third—Ace—was closest, sprawled on the couch in a way that was both relaxed and predatory. His arms were behind his head, but Roo could feel the weight of his gaze, even though his eyes remained closed.

Trapped.

Roo's breathing quickened, his fingers gripping the sheets. His instinct screamed at him to run, but his body betrayed him—weak, sluggish, barely capable of movement.

Alec was the first to break the silence. "You're awake again." His voice was smooth, like the slide of velvet over steel.

Roo swallowed. He didn't answer.

Ace cracked an eye open, his smirk slow, lazy. "No need to look so scared, piccolino."

The nickname again. Roo stiffened.

Alexander stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "You're safe here."

Safe.

The word felt foreign.

Roo wanted to believe it. But he had long learned that safety was an illusion.

Alec tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle he intended to solve. "You're thinking too much."

Ace chuckled. "That tiny head of yours is working overtime."

Roo flinched.

The amusement in Ace's expression vanished instantly. His smirk faded, replaced by something unreadable.

Alexander's voice was softer this time, but no less firm. "No one will hurt you here."

Roo didn't know how to answer.

He didn't know if he believed them.

But the exhaustion pulled at him again, and before he could stop himself, his eyes fluttered closed.

Meanwhile, in the lower levels of the estate, the captured rogues screamed.

Ace cracked his knuckles. "You're going to talk."

The rogue at his feet coughed, blood pooling beneath him. "W-we don't know anything."

Alec crouched down, tilting his head. "That's the wrong answer."

The rogue trembled. "We were just following orders!"

Alexander's expression was void of emotion. "Whose orders?"

The rogue hesitated.

Ace's smile sharpened. "You have three seconds."

One.

Two.

Three.

The sound of bones snapping echoed through the chamber.

The rogue howled in agony, his body convulsing. "The—The Requiem Syndicate—"

Silence fell.

Alec's expression darkened.

Alexander exhaled slowly. "So they are involved."

The Requiem Syndicate was a name that few dared to speak. A shadow organization known for illegal trades, forbidden experiments, and the elimination of bloodlines they deemed unworthy.

Alec straightened. "If they wanted him dead, then it means—"

"They knew who he was," Alexander finished.

Ace's expression was unreadable. "Which means we need to know too."

Alexander's silver eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"Find out everything."

Roo didn't know it yet.

Didn't know that his past had been stolen. That his very existence was a secret someone had tried to erase.

But the triplets had decided.

They were going to uncover everything.

And whoever had dared to touch what was theirs—

Would burn.

To Be Continued...