Knotted By The Three Feral Alphas

I moved without thinking. My hand shot out and caught the servant’s wrist as he tipped something into Thorne’s cup. I did that out of pure instinct or maybe a fifth sense. The liquid was clear but carried a faint metallic scent. The man froze. His eyes met mine for one brief second before he tried to pull away.

"Hold him," I ordered.

Darius was already on his feet. Kane seized the man from the other side. Rylan blocked any escape route. The hall fell silent as guards rushed in. Varak rose slowly, his face wore a mask of concern that did not reach his eyes.

"What is the meaning of this?" he asked.

I stood and lifted the cup. "Poison. Or something meant to draw blood. Your servant carries it."

The man struggled but said nothing. Elara pointed at him. "Mama, he wanted Thorne’s blood. I felt it. Like hunger under his skin."

Gasps rippled through the pack. Lila pushed her chair back and stood protectively in front of her brother. Thorne watched the scene with wide eyes but stayed calm.

The servant finally broke under the pressure of so many stares. "I’m sorry my queen, please forgive me. Lord Varak commanded it. A few drops only. For study. To understand the gifts."

Varak’s mask cracked. "Lies. This man acts alone. You treacherous bastard!"

I stepped forward until only the table separated us. "Silence Lord Varak!" I shot at him.

"I knew your intentions from the start but turned a blind eye. You came seeking alliance while hiding blades in silk. Your eyes tracked my daughter’s healing touch. You asked for fostering to get closer to their blood. Now you try to steal it at my own table."

The pack growled low. Hands moved toward weapons. I raised one hand for silence.

"Take your wagons and your people," I said clearly. "Leave our lands by morning. Trade ends until you prove your intentions clean. Any Ironvein rider found inside our borders after dawn will be met with steel."

Varak tried one last smile. "This misunderstanding will cost both our peoples." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Your misunderstanding nearly cost my son his safety," I replied. "Go."

Guards escorted the delegation out under heavy watch. The hall emptied slowly as the pack processed what had happened. I turned to the children and knelt so we stood eye level. Thorne looked shaken but steady. Elara’s small face showed determination. Lila stood ready to fight.

"Your gifts make you special," I told them. "They help the pack. They help each other. But some outsiders see them as tools to take. That is why we train carefully and stay together. Your power belongs to you first. We protect it so no one can use it against you."

Thorne nodded slowly. "I will watch better next time."

Elara touched my hand. "I felt him coming. I can feel more now."

Lila crossed her arms. "I will shield all of us if they try again."

I pulled them close and held on until their small bodies relaxed against me. The kings surrounded us, their presence a wall of strength. Darius rested a hand on Lila’s shoulder. Kane brushed Thorne’s hair back. Rylan lifted Elara onto his hip.

That night in the royal chambers we kept the children close. They slept in the big bed while the four of us stayed awake longer than usual. The bond carried our shared anger and renewed resolve.

Darius spoke first. "We strengthen the borders. Double the scouts on southern routes."

Kane nodded. "And we train the children’s gifts more openly now. The pack needs to see them as protectors, not secrets."

Rylan leaned against the wall. "Varak will try again. Smarter next time. We make sure we are ready."

I looked at the sleeping children and felt the fierce love that had carried us through every battle. "They grow up knowing their power serves family and pack. Not outsiders with hidden knives."

The days after the expulsion moved with new purpose. We reinforced every southern approach. Training sessions for the children became regular and public.

Lila practiced her shielding on willing volunteers. Thorne offered insights during planting meetings that saved labor. Elara helped heal minor injuries in the training yard under careful watch. The pack responded with growing pride instead of fear.

One evening I stood on the walls with the kings as the sun set. The children played below in the courtyard, their laughter rising on the breeze. Lila led a game. Thorne directed the rules. Elara darted between them with quick grace.

Darius rested his hand on my lower back. "They carry the future in small hands."

Kane watched them with quiet intensity. "We make sure that future stays theirs."

Rylan grinned. "And we make anyone who forgets pay dearly."

I leaned into them and let the bond steady me. The war had ended but new challenges tested us daily. Guiding gifted children. Navigating alliances with hidden teeth. Protecting peace as fiercely as we once protected survival.

Frostfang stood strong. The fields yielded. The children grew. We faced each new day together, hands linked and hearts set on the life we had earned.

The ground continued giving. The walls continued holding. Our family continued building.

And we kept choosing each other in every ordinary moment that followed.

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Another delegation arrived from Ironvein two weeks later. Their wagons rolled through the gates under gray skies, loaded with finer gifts than before.

Lord Varak led them again, his smile sharper this time, his eyes scanning the bailey like he measured every stone. I received them in the great hall with the kings at my sides and the children present but guarded.

Varak bowed low. "Frostfang grows more impressive with each visit. We bring stronger iron and finer cloth to seal our friendship. Perhaps a formal alliance through marriage would bind our packs closer. One of your gifted heirs could thrive in our halls and return with greater knowledge."

"How dare you step foot here after almost commiting that atrocity!" Kane angrily snapped.

"Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot my King but please hear me out this time." Varak replied.

The hall fell quiet. Lila stiffened beside me. Thorne watched the visitor with narrowed eyes. Elara pressed closer to my leg. I felt the kings shift their weight, the bond flaring with possessive heat.

I stepped forward. "Our children are not bargaining tools. They stay here. Their futures belong to Frostfang and no other pack."

Varak spread his hands. "A temporary union only. Your line carries strength we admire. A child fostered south would learn our ways and bring prosperity back."

Darius spoke, voice cold. "No child leaves. Try another offer or end this talk."

Kane added nothing with words. His scarred hand rested on his knife hilt.

Rylan’s grin held teeth. "Our heirs stay where they belong. With us."

The tension thickened. Varak’s gaze flicked to Elara, who had healed a cut on a servant’s hand earlier that morning. Word of her touch had spread. He smiled again. "The girl’s gift alone could benefit both our peoples. Surely you see the wisdom."

I raised my hand before the kings could respond. "Wisdom tells me outsiders who hide poison in cups do not get close to my children. Trade continues if fair. Marriage or fostering does not. State your true business or leave."

Varak’s mask slipped for one breath. Hunger flashed in his eyes before he recovered. "We seek only strength through alliance. Your refusal may close doors we both regret."

The hall stirred. Some elders murmured about lost iron. Others nodded in support. I felt the pack’s attention sharpen on me. This moment tested more than trade. It tested who held power in Frostfang.

I kept my voice steady. "Doors remain open for honest trade. Closed for schemes involving our blood. Decide which path you walk."

The delegation left the hall shortly after. Varak’s final look carried clear warning. I turned to the children once the doors closed. Lila stood tall, small fists clenched. Thorne looked thoughtful. Elara simply held my hand tighter.

"They want what we can do," Lila said. "Not who we are."

I knelt so our eyes met. "Exactly. And we decide what our gifts serve. Family first. Pack second. Outsiders last."

That evening the kings and I met in the war room after the children slept. Darius paced near the table. Kane leaned against the wall. Rylan sat with his axe across his knees.

"They will push harder next time," Darius said. "Varak sees profit in the children’s abilities."

Kane nodded. "We increase guards around them. Train their powers more openly so the pack claims them as ours."

Rylan tapped the axe handle. "And we remind every visitor that the kings and queen of Frostfang do not share what is ours."

I traced a route on the map. "We send a clear message with the next caravan. Trade only. No more talks of fostering or marriage. The children train here under our watch. Their gifts strengthen Frostfang, not distant halls."

The bond between us carried agreement and raw protectiveness. We had fought wars for these small lives. We would fight politics the same way.