Alpha Triplets' Omega Mate [BL]

The estate felt smaller today.

Roo knew it wasn't true—everything about the DeLorenzo mansion was vast, sprawling, an empire of wealth and power stretching as far as the eye could see.

But today, the walls felt closer.

The air felt thicker.

And the presence of three overbearing Alphas felt inescapable.

Morning—The Library...

Roo had tried to hide.

It was a childish thought, but after breakfast—after the suffocating weight of their attention, their silent but all-consuming possessiveness—he needed space.

So he had slipped away to the library, hoping for solitude.

Hoping for silence.

Instead, he found Alexander already waiting for him.

The eldest triplet sat in one of the high-backed leather chairs, legs crossed, a book open in his hand.

Roo froze in the doorway.

Golden eyes lifted.

"You're avoiding us."

Roo's throat tightened. "I just wanted to read."

Alexander hummed, shutting the book with a soft thud. "Funny. You've never come here before."

Roo clenched his jaw. "Maybe I needed a change."

A slow smirk tugged at Alexander's lips. "You need a lot of things, piccolo, but distance from us isn't one of them."

Roo's pulse spiked.

He turned on his heel—

And ran straight into Alec.

The second-born triplet had appeared behind him, leaning lazily against the doorframe.

"Going somewhere?" Alec murmured, voice smooth, teasing.

Roo swallowed.

Ace's voice came from behind him, casual and amused. "Tsk. You keep running, little omega."

Alec reached out, trailing a finger under Roo's chin, tilting his face up. "Starting to think you like this little chase."

Roo's breath hitched.

Trapped.

His body betrayed him, heat pooling low in his stomach, his heart hammering far too fast.

No.

No, he couldn't let them do this to him.

Not again.

He shoved past Alec, ignoring the way the Alpha let him go so easily, as if allowing his escape.

But even as he stormed away, his body still remembered the warmth of their touch.

And it terrified him.

Elsewhere—The Enemy's Plans Unfold...

"Break him."

The order was simple.

The hooded man's voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

The one kneeling before him hesitated. "The triplets—"

"I don't care how you do it."

The hooded man leaned forward, shadows cloaking his face.

"I want him shattered."

A slow smile.

"And then, when he has nowhere else to turn, we take him."

The flickering candlelight cast long, eerie shadows—

And then the room plunged into darkness.

To Be Continued...