All Chapters of Trios: Beginning: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I’ve just started getting dressed when my wolf goes wild inside my head, making my heart hammer against my ribs.I’m getting ready to welcome a Marine home—Hakeem Dhib. I remember him from high school. We weren’t friends, but I knew who he was. Always thought he was pretty hot, but I never made a move. I don’t like to shit where I eat, and going after wolves in my own pack has always felt like a bad idea. It’s hard to get someone to follow you if they’re pissed that a relationship didn’t work out. So, I left him alone.I can’t tell why my wolf is freaking out. There’s no noise, no scent—though that’s not surprising. I’m in my suite, and the soundproofing makes it hard to pick up anything outside. But when my door explodes open, I hear that just fine.I rush out of my bedroom, and I’m hit with the most intoxicating scent I’ve ever encountered. Something woody and exotic, spiced with something warm and rich. It’s fucking delicious. It makes my mouth water, my entire body go tight, my dic

Mi familia (my family) was excited to know I’d found my mate, but they were confused by the fact that he was male. It wasn’t that they were upset—just surprised. An alpha has two fundamental duties: to protect the pack and to ensure his lineage continues. And while I know Hakeem is a strong, capable mate who will be an incredible Luna, he can’t help me with that second part.The fact that the Mother Goddess knew this and still fated us together means something. Either I’m not meant to be alpha, Hakeem and I won’t be mated for long, or there’s something bigger at play that we don’t yet understand.The idea that I might not be meant to lead hits me hard. I’ve spent my whole life training, shaping myself into the alpha this pack needs. It’s been my dream, my purpose, my entire identity. But if the price of that is losing Hakeem? Then it’s not a price I’m willing to pay.If we’re fated to be together only for one of us to die, then it’ll be me. Carmen would make a great Luna—better than I

Gael’s ascension ceremony is at the end of the week. I’m also being recognized as his mate, though not yet as his Lune. Normally, I’d be nervous as hell, but Gael has been teasing me so relentlessly that I can’t even think about the ceremony.Right now, he’s pulled me into the bathroom outside the dining hall, his hand down my pants, whispering absolute filth in my ear. He’s behind me, my belt undone, his fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking with practiced precision. His other hand is pressed firmly against my lower back, keeping me flush against the wall."Cuando volvamos a la habitación, voy a hacer que te desnudes para mí. Lentamente. Para que pueda apreciar cada músculo duro de tu cuerpo. Incluyendo el que está en mi mano ahora mismo." (When we get back to the room, I’m going to have you strip for me. Slowly. So I can appreciate every hard muscle of your body. Including the one in my hand right now.)His other hand slides lower, pushing past the waistband of my pants to graze

With the layover in Reykjavik, my flight ended up lasting nine hours—each hour, every mile away from Gael was absolute torture. My wolf howled relentlessly in my head, aching with the pain of missing his mate. His agony was my own, a constant burn deep in my chest. If this is how I felt barely twelve hours into our separation, how could I possibly survive the three months until Gael came to visit?The layover in Reykjavik hadn't helped either. I'd barely slept on the flight, drifting in and out due to the turbulence, loud passengers, or the emptiness beside me where Gael should’ve been. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally drained by the time I finally landed.Stepping out of the gate, Camden immediately approached me, relief mixed with frustration clear on his face. "What the fuck, Dhib? You didn’t answer texts, didn’t call, and suddenly your leave got extended. I spent half the time worried you were dead somewhere.” Camden’s words tumbled out, rapid-fire, leaving me no space t

5 months later…I'm pacing anxiously in the airport terminal, waiting for Hakeem's flight. Tonight, after five painful months apart, I finally get to hold my mate again.These past months have been brutal. I've slept every night with a pillow dressed in his shirt, replaying voice recordings just so my wolf and I can calm enough to rest. I sound like a lovesick pup, but it's the only thing keeping us sane. Hakeem admitted he does the exact same thing. Pathetic, yeah—but we’d do anything to ease this endless ache.Hakeem’s flight just landed, and his family is gathered beside me, eager to see him. Sha-Tira and Rahim insisted on greeting him first, and I wasn’t about to argue with my mate’s parents. Rasheed and Aiyana, his younger siblings, have made big posters welcoming him home. I'm smiling softly, watching their excitement, but I've got something special planned for Hakeem myself. Something he deserves—and we both desperately need.I hear claps and cheers as the pilot announces Hakeem