All Chapters of Omega and Alpha Triplets: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nicola sat at her desk in her small bedroom, surrounded by an army of open textbooks, scattered notes, and three half-empty coffee cups. The triplets had promised they’d help her study, but so far, all they’d done was provide snacks, half-hearted moral support, and plenty of distractions.“You know,” Nicola muttered, underlining a sentence in her biology book with unnecessary aggression, “when you three said you’d help me study, I didn’t think you meant sitting around eating all my snacks and making fun of my handwriting.”Dean, sprawled across her bed with one arm behind his head, smirked. “We’re here for emotional support. And to keep you from losing your mind.”“And how, exactly, are you doing that?” Nicola shot him a glare, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she turned the page.“Look how calm you are,” Dylan chimed in from the floor, where he was leaning back against the side of her bed with a bag of chips balanced precariously on his chest. “If we weren’t here, you’d proba

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the school’s tall windows as Nicola walked down the hallway, her backpack slung over one shoulder. The day had been... different. Not the hostile stares and whispered insults she was used to, but something subtler - an undercurrent of curiosity, tinged with admiration.It unsettled her.Whispers followed her as she passed, a soft murmur just loud enough to catch snippets of.“...she was on that patrol…” “...stood up to Maddie…” “...bet she’ll be Luna soon...”Nicola gritted her teeth, gripping her bag strap tighter. Luna soon? The thought made her stomach churn. She wasn’t even sure she wanted that title, let alone the expectations it carried. And yet, the pack seemed to be deciding for her.“Nicola!”The voice snapped her from her thoughts. Dylan had appeared beside her, a wide grin plastered on his face as if he hadn’t a care in the world.“You survived another day,” he said, matching her pace. “Shall I bake you a cake?”Nicola rolled h

Nicola stood at the edge of the training grounds, her arms crossed as she watched the pack warriors spar under Damien’s supervision. The crisp morning air carried the sounds of grunts, the clash of practice weapons, and the occasional barked instruction.Today wasn’t about combat for her, though. Today was about diplomacy - an entirely different kind of battle.Alpha Marcus had called a meeting with neighboring packs to discuss recent rogue activity. Nicola’s presence had been specifically requested - not just as a representative of the Crescent Moon Pack but as a future Luna in training.The weight of that expectation settled heavily on her shoulders.“Penny for your thoughts?” Dean’s voice interrupted her spiraling worries.She turned to find him leaning casually against a tree, his easygoing smile doing little to mask the concern in his eyes.“Just wondering how many ways I can screw this up,” Nicola admitted with a wry smile.Dean shook his head. “You’re not going to screw it up.

The day had started like any other, with Nicola immersed in a whirlwind of school, pack duties, and the ever-present presence of the triplets. But as the evening crept closer, a strange tension settled over Crescent Moon. Nicola couldn’t quite place it, but something felt... off.It began subtly. Pack members murmured among themselves in hushed tones, their expressions tight with concern. By the time Nicola came to the packhouse, the air was thick with unease.She found Alpha Marcus, Damien, Dylan and Dean in the war room, their brows furrowed as they studied a map spread across the table.“What’s going on?” Nicola asked, stepping inside.Alpha Marcus glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “There’s been a disturbance on the eastern border. Patrols found signs of movement, but no rogues in sight.”Damien’s jaw clenched. “And that’s not all. Supplies from the outpost near the border are missing - medical kits, rations, even a few weapons.”Dylan nodded grimly. “It’s like someone’s t

The morning after the ambush, Nicola walked through the door of her house, her limbs aching and exhaustion etched into every fiber of her being. Her adrenaline had finally subsided, leaving her sore and drained. She hadn’t even made it to the kitchen before her mom’s sharp voice froze her in place.“Nicola Rose Hart.”The use of her full name was never a good sign. She turned slowly to find her mother standing in the doorway to the living room, arms crossed and her expression a mixture of worry and frustration.“Hi, Mom,” Nicola said cautiously.“Don’t you ‘Hi, Mom’ me,” her mom snapped. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? When I found out you were involved in that ambush - leading it, no less - I almost marched over to the packhouse myself.”Nicola winced. “I can explain...”Her mom held up a hand, silencing her. “Explain? What’s there to explain? You were supposed to be focusing on school, Nicola. You promised me you’d stay out of pack business until after your exams.”“I know,