Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

Third-person narrative.

That same evening, when the alpha king got back to his room, he summoned the queen, so they could talk about what his best friend had earlier come to the palace to tell him.

He knew better than to make any decision without her; he had only told his friend what he wanted to hear. But whatever Luna told him was going to be the final decision.

Miranda came to the king looking ravishingly beautiful, and the years have been kind to Luna. Even though she was in her mid-forties, she could be mistaken for a girl in her early twenties.

She was a beautiful woman with just the right amount of flesh on her—maybe a little extra skin she got from childbirth that she never really bothered to reduce.

And that is partly because of how the king loved the new cuddliness of her after-birth body.

She carried herself with such grace and poise that every well-bred girl admires her and looks up to her.

As soon as she enters the king’s chamber, his heart gladdens as all his worries seem to disappear.

You see, unknown to the rest of the pack, the alpha king cherishes and worships the very ground his queen walks on.

Even though he may not show his affection towards the Queen publicly, whenever they are alone, he ensures that she never lacks anything.

Nevertheless, this rosy love story about them hasn’t always been so; they have had their fair share of ups and downs in their relationship.

And honestly, at first, Miranda was a bit concerned when she wasn’t getting plenty of public displays of affection from her mate, who did everything within his power to ensure she became his mate.

But after some time, she soon realizes that most of the things the king did were done in her favor and for her protection.

You see, their love story is such an interesting one that you will love to hear about, but perhaps some other time.

“How is my beautiful queen doing tonight?” the king asked as he walked up to his wife, to place a heartfelt k**s on her lips.

“I’m fine, my love. How was your day?” The queen asked with a smile.

“It was going fine until Elder Lucas came to see me regarding his daughter,” he said to the queen.

“What about his daughter?” The queen asked, not a little surprised by the mention of Gwen’s father’s name.

She very well understood how cunning Gwen’s father can be and the influence he had on the king.

She has never really bothered confronting the king to stop associating with him. But rather focused her energy on building a strong relationship with the king that Gwen’s father couldn’t tarnish, no matter how hard he tried.

“He complained about how his daughter was no longer getting love and attention from the triplets and asked that I restrict their access to the slave girl,” the king said thoughtfully.

“And what did you tell him, my love?” she questioned softly.

“I told him that I would tell the boys to stop going to see the slave girl and also talk them into spending some time with his daughter,” the king said casually.

“Really? “Is that what you are going to do, my love?” she asked him teasingly.

“If I knew what I was going to do, would I have summoned you here tonight?” The king questioned.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

At that moment, he did not realize his use of words had gotten him into serious trouble with his mate.

Well, maybe not so serious.

“Did you just say I wouldn’t have been summoned by you if you didn’t need my opinion?” the Queen questioned, feigning annoyance.

The King, realizing his mistake, quickly throws his hand around Luna’s waist.

“I’m sorry, you know that is far from the truth. I was thinking that tonight and the next few nights to follow, you would stay here with me in my chambers,” he said while lacing her face and neckline with soft k****s.

“And what will I be doing in your chambers for that long?” She questioned, doing her best to ignore the sparks from his touch.

“Everything your little dirty mind can think of; who knows, we might even make a pup,” he said, jokingly, and Luna playfully takes the king’s hands off her waist.

“You are something else, alpha Alexander; I can’t believe you are thinking of having pups when you are soon going to become a grandfather,” the queen teased her king.

“No matter how old an alpha king gets, his c**k remains the strongest part of his body,” he said proudly while pulling her closer to himself just so he could smooch Luna’s boobs.

“Get away from me, you are such a pervert,” the queen playfully said to him.

The queen, who was visibly turned on by the king’s dirty playfulness, tried to push him off her, but the alpha king wouldn’t let her slide away so easily.

Not when he could pick up the scent of her wetness.

“I can’t help myself whenever you are close to me,” the king said, kissing and sniffing the beautiful scent of his wife.

His little teases and k****s made the queen giggle, and before you knew what had happened, they were busy struggling to take off each other’s clothes.

After a toe-curling and sheet-grabbing o****m, the queen rested her head on her mate’s chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“I think we should let the children make their own decisions; they are the ones that will be stuck with their mate for the rest of their lives. So, the decision should be theirs to make,” the Queen said softly to him.

“You are right, but I am concerned about the future of the pack; how can an omega become the Luna?” The king asked with concern.

“You should be more concerned with your children’s state of mind; if they are happy to be with her, then why not let them be? Because I know of someone who would never have taken no for an answer until he got what he wanted,” she said, stylishly dissing the king.

“Your case was different,” the king retorted.

“How so, my love, or have you forgotten so soon?” the Queen asked.

“But I am so confused as to why the gods would say one thing and do another,” the king said confused.

“My love, the gods are wise, and I am certain that with time everything will be fine,” Miranda assured her king.

Left with nothing more to say, the king wrapped his hand around his Luna, and slowly but surely, they both drifted off into a beautiful sleep.

*****

One beautiful evening, Gwen was taking a walk around the palace with two of her maids. For reasons best known to her, she decided to stop by Gina’s apartment.

She knew the triplets would be busy trying to organize the guards that would be watching over the pack for the night shift. And Gina was going to be by herself, so she chooses that time to go see him and maybe taunt her.

With her head held high like a peacock, she entered the compound and asked one of her maids to ring the bell.

The door was soon opened by Gina’s maid, who immediately bowed her head as soon as she saw that it was Gwen.

“Good evening, your Highness,” she said with her head respectfully bowed.

Gwen does not respond to her greeting, but instead casts an evil eye on the maid. Sizing her up and down as the maid was a piece of trash.

“I see, so you are the maid who was made to serve my maid,” Gwen said with an evil smile hanging on the tips of her lips.

“Go and call me that fat pig that you call a mistress,” Gwen ordered the maid.

“I am sorry, your highness, no pigs are living here. But if you are referring to my mistress, she is sleeping, your highness,” the maid said respectively to Gwen.

“How dare you? How dare you disobey my orders?” Gwen asked angrily while hitting the maid harshly across the face.

The maid screamed out in pain, and that attracted Gina to come out of her room to see what was happening.

On getting out of her room, Gina found her maid sobbing and holding onto her face.

And on getting to the door, she saw Gwen standing like an evil villain with her set of maids.

She needed no one to tell her what had happened, and she was pissed at Gwen’s effrontery.

“What do you want?” She questioned

“And what possibly could I want from a poverty-stricken, man-snatcher, low-life pig like you? She retorted.

Instead of being more provoked, Gina found herself laughing.

“With due respect, Gwen, or whatever they call you. In case your little brain hasn’t processed what is happening here, You were the one who carried yourself to this lowlife girl space. And the only reason I am not hitting you back for daring to hit my maid is because of the respect I have for the triplets. As for me snatching your man, it is a pity that you are delusional yourself all these while thinking that they were yours when we both know the truth. The triplets found an opportunity to be with a real woman, and they went for it. You can’t be mad at them for that. Can you? Now, if you don’t leave this apartment this moment, I will make sure you are crawling on your skinny asses on the floor while picking up what’s left of your broken teeth,” she said to Gwen in a fierce, daring manner.

Gwen, who was visibly affected by Gina’s threats, tried her best to hide it, but her skinny a$$ was threatened.

“You think you have won because you have my triplets for now, but don’t worry, I will have the last laugh,” Gwen said in her last weak attempt at bravery before storming out of Gina’s premises.