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  Wolf Triplets

  Triplet Harems

  By: J.L. Wilder

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  Table of Contents

  Wolf Triplets

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  EPILOGUE

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  CHAPTER 1

  CASEY

  Three more days. Casey Shaw marked a big “X” on the calendar hung on the wall in her tiny room at her cabin.

  Three more days and she’d be at college. It was all she’d ever wanted. But with each passing day, the wait became harder and harder to take. She wished she could press some button, one that would knock her into a deep sleep that’d last the exact amount of time she had left.

  But she knew she couldn’t do anything but count off the days until it was time to go.

  Casey stepped over to her laptop and hit the space bar on her Spotify, fast-paced rock music blasting from her tiny speakers. Then she dropped onto the bed and closed her eyes, imagining what the first week would be like at the University of Chicago.

  She’d spent hours upon hours looking over photos of the campus, taking in the sights of the old, stately buildings and sweeping green common spaces. For a girl like her who’d spent her entire life under the watchful eye of the men in her pack, being out free and on her own was almost too much to process.

  Freedom. Just the word was enough to bring a smile to her face. She imagined getting off the bus in downtown Chicago, the towers of the city tall all around her. She imagined the smells and sounds of the city, the bustle of people. It would be nothing like the rural shifter town where she’d spent her entire life, miles away from anything resembling civilization.

  Casey imagined all of the interesting people she’d meet, the brilliant professors who’d teach her all about the world outside of her wolf clan that she’d never known before. And when four years passed, degree in hand, she’d be ready to take on the world.

  The older men of her clan—the Redtooths—had uniformly been against letting a female of the pack go out among the humans. As a female, they felt she was far too valuable to cut loose. But she knew she was ready.

  Right in the middle of her fantasy, however, a series of bangs sounded from her bedroom door.

  “Casey!” she recognized the voice right away—it was her uncle, Sam. “How many times I gotta tell you to turn that shit down?”

  Casey let out a sigh before rolling off her bed. “Fine, fine!” She tapped the down arrow on her laptop, lowering the volume of the music.

  “And get on out here—dinner’s about ready.” This was followed by the thump-thump-thump of her uncle’s heavy boots on the wood floor of the cabin—a sound she was more than familiar with.

  Casey had lived with her father, James, ever since she was born. Her mother had passed in childbirth, Casey never having a chance to meet her. Years went by, her father doing the best he could to raise his daughter. But, an accident during a raid from a rival pack had resulted in a serious injury to his leg, one that made it difficult to get around. That’s when Casey’s uncle moved into the house.

  Her stomach growled. As much as she hated obeying the orders of her uncle, she had to admit he helped a great deal in keeping the house in order. Her father seemed to age a month with each passing day, and she knew it wasn’t going to be long before he passed.

  Casey opened the bedroom door, the smell of cooking meat thick in the air. She stepped into the living room where her father was on the couch, beer in hand as he watched the evening news.

  He glanced up at Casey as she entered, a smile spreading across his face.

  “There’s my girl,” he said.

  “Hey, Dad.” Casey stepped over and kissed him on the forehead.

  At times, Casey couldn’t believe how much she looked like her father. She had the same bright blue eyes, fair skin, and dark, ink-colored hair as him. And though she’d never known her mother, she’d seen enough pictures to get where she’d inherited the rest of her features—her slim, willowy body and her long, lean limbs.

  “What’s new in the world today?” she asked, turning her attention to the TV.

  “The usual bullshit,” he said. “Government’s corrupt, crime’s out of control, no one knows what the hell’s going on.”

  He snorted before taking a sip of his drink.

  “And that’s the world you want to send your little girl out into.” Casey and James turned to see Sam poking his head out from the kitchen, a dark expression on his face. Before either of them had a chance to respond, he spoke again. “Come on—dinner’s ready.”

  James killed the rest of his beer before heaving himself off the couch and limping his way over to the bar to prepare a drink.

  “How many is that so far?” asked Casey, watching her dad dump a handful of ice into his glass and top it with whiskey.

  “Not enough,” he said.

  Ever since the attack that had left him housebound, her father had developed more and more of a love for booze. At first, Casey thought it was just something to take the edge off, something to make his time stuck at home a little more bearable. But the longer it had gone on, the more she watched him drink, and earlier in the day.

  “Dad, I know it sucks being here all day, but that’s not going to help.”

  “It’s helping for now,” he said. “I’m useless here. And if I’m going to be useless, I might as well have a buzz while I’m doing it.”

  He sipped his drink, bringing down nearly a third of it with a single pull.

  Casey opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it. After all, she knew her dad was as stubborn as they came—that’s where she’d gotten it from.

  “Anyway,” he said. “Let’s eat.”

  “Yeah.” She wanted to get some food in him as fast as possible—anything to soak up the booze.

  The two of them went into the kitchen, where Sam was finishing setting the table. He glanced up at James, his eyes going right to the glass of whiskey in his hand. But instead of saying anything, he only shook his head.

  “What?” asked James as he plopped into one of the open chairs at the dining table. “Got something to say?”

  “You know what I’m thinking,” said Sam. “And I know there’s no point in saying it.”

  “Let’s hear it,” said James.

  Sam placed a plate stacked high with steaks in the middle of the table. Casey was hungry but more concerned with the conflict about to unfold. She’d seen it happen more than a few times over the last couple of months—and it was a big reason why she wanted to get out of the house as fast as possible.

  “You want to drown yourself in booze,” said Sam, sitting down. “Fine. But sometimes I think you’re forgetting you’re part of a pack.”
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  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Sam gestured to the window, to the thick forest that ringed the pack grounds. “The Saw Bones, the Razor Claws, the Moon Beasts—we’ve been spotting scouts from all of them over the last few weeks.”

  Casey became concerned. Those were the names of the other packs in the region, all of them making no secret of their desire for Redtooth territory. “What’s that mean?” she asked. “You think there’s going to be a war?”

  “There might be,” said Sam, stabbing one of the steaks with a big fork and dropping it onto his plate. “We’ve had peace for over a year now, aside from that raid from the ferals that put your dad in his current sorry state.”

  “Not in a damn ‘sorry state,’” said James. “I’m fine.”

  “You’re not ‘fine,’” said Sam. “You’re wounded—barely any good in a fight. And if that weren’t bad enough, you’re spending half the day drunk off your ass. What good are you to the pack like that?”

  James narrowed his eyes.

  Casey had to speak up. “Guys—I’ve heard this same fight over and over again. Do you want to skip it and get right to the part where you’re not talking for the rest of the day? Or can we skip even further than that and get to the part where you’ve made up?”

  James shook his head. “And you’re not helping things.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Going off to college—what the hell’s the point of that?”

  Another argument Casey’d had more times than she’d like. “I don’t know—getting a degree, learning about the human world, seeing what exists outside of this camp.”

  Sam snorted. “A lot of bullshit. You’re a female, Casey.”

  “Oh, is that what I am? Thanks for reminding me—sometimes I forget.”

  Another snort from Sam, along with a laugh from James. “That funny to you?” asked Sam. “That kind of attitude’s not gonna work from a female. It’s her job to submit to a male, and not a single one’s going to bother if that’s what they have to look forward to.”

  “Can’t help how she is,” said James, followed by another sip of his booze.

  “Have you thought that there’s more I want out of life than to ‘submit’ to a male?” asked Casey. “It’s 2020—women are capable of more than just cranking out kids.”

  “That might be how things work in the human world, but we’re wolves. We don’t follow human trends.”

  “So,” asked James, already slurring his words. “What do you want me to say to her? You know my daughter as well as I do—she’s as hardheaded as they come.”

  “Put your foot down as her father and tell her what’s best for her, and what’s best for the pack.”

  “And that’s cranking out kids,” she said.

  “It’s more than just ‘cranking out kids’—it’s about making sure our pack has a future. No cubs, no future.”

  He picked up his steak with his bare hands and ripped out a chunk, chewing it before swallowing.

  “What about the other wolves?” she asked, thinking about the Stone Brothers. “The ones who’ve already gone off to school?”

  “Those were all males,” said James. “And you don’t have to like it, but the rules are different for them. They go out into the world and get information, get educations. And when they come back, they do their duties to the pack. Tell me, niece, has doing your duty ever been anywhere on your mind? Or are you too busy thinking about hanging out with humans for you to think about that?”

  Her duty. She’d had it drilled into her since she was a kid. Females were expected to submit, to give themselves over to a male. Not just any male, of course. The process was known as “imprinting,” when the female and the male were joined both physically and spiritually. It didn’t simply happen with any combination of males and females.

  Casey knew what was expected of her. And she knew what she wanted, and how that might come into conflict with her duties. As much as she hated to admit it, however, there was some part of her that craved imprinting, that craved the idea of a powerful male taking her, making her his own.

  But more than that, she wanted independence. Imprinting and cubs and all the rest could come later.

  “And,” said James, “you can’t tell me you’re not excited about the men coming back to the pack. They’re all a few years older than you, right?”

  Casey scoffed. The idea of the Stone Brothers returning made her stomach flutter. “Excited? They were the worst males in the pack—just stupid boys who liked to tease me constantly. Why would I be happy they’re back?”

  Sam shrugged. “That’s normal for adolescent males. Once they grow up a little, they’ll come back more mature, ready to do their duty.”

  “After they’ve had a chance to see the world,” said Casey. “Unlike me, a good little female who’s supposed to sit around and do what she’s told.”

  “Exactly,” said Sam. “Learning to obey is the best thing a female can do. You don’t fight, you don’t build, you don’t even need to think—you make cubs, and that’s it.”

  “No,” Casey said, her tone stern. “I don’t care what you or any of the other males of the pack think—there’s more to life than just that. And I’m going to find out what it is.”

  “The only thing that’s going to happen is you getting dumbass ideas put into your head by the humans. Watch this girl come back thinking she doesn’t even want to have cubs, or that she wants to fight on the front lines with the rest of the warriors.” He laughed. “James, how much bullshit are you going to take before you put your foot down?”

  “You don’t think I’ve tried to talk her out of it?” asked James. “The girl’s going to do what she’s going to do. And hell, you and I both know she’s smart as a whip. Maybe she’ll come back with some new ideas that’ll help the pack out.”

  “The males can go out and get those ideas, whatever the hell they are. You stay here where we can keep an eye on you.” He turned to James. “And if you’d put down the damn bottle and put your foot down instead, we wouldn’t even have to deal with this bullshit.”

  “Fuck off,” said James. “She’s my daughter, and I’ll raise her how I see fit.”

  “You don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” said Sam. “You’re throwing her to the humans because you’re scared of being the bad guy. Well, if you don’t want to be the bad guy, maybe I should.”

  Casey spoke up. “Or maybe you should let me live my own damn life!”

  Her voice boomed through the kitchen, both of the men stopping and turning their eyes to her. No one said a word.

  A howl. Then another. And then another.

  “What...what the hell was that?” James stood up, taking his drink and moving over to the window.

  Sam hopped up and joined him. More howls, one after another until the air was thick with them. Casey’s stomach tensed. She had no idea what was happening, but something told her that whatever it was, it was bad. She rose and hurried over to where her family watched.

  Through the window, Casey saw wolves burst out of the tree line. Over the course of less than a minute, dozens of wolves emerged from the woods, all of them snarling.

  “Holy shit,” said James. “Is this...”

  “It’s an attack,” said Sam. “It’s war.”

  CHAPTER 2

  CASEY

  “Fucking hell.” Sam stormed over to the table, grabbed James’s glass of whiskey, and slammed it before going back to the window.

  “What the fuck?” asked James.

  “Gotta get ready for the fight,” said Sam.

  Before Casey could say anything, James left the kitchen, coming back with the full bottle.

  “Dad!” said Casey. “We’re under attack, and that’s what you do?”

  “Just...just need a little to steady my nerves.” He poured a drink and Casey watched, knowing there wasn’t anything to do about it.

  She turned her attention back to the window, more wolves burs
ting from the tree line.

  “We need to do something,” she said. “And now.”

  “No,” said Sam. “We don’t need to do anything. You’re staying here. Me and your dad, if he’s not too drunk to do anything, are gonna join up with the rest of the pack. We’re under attack, and that’s no place for the females.”

  “You want me to just...stay put while we get invaded?”

  “That’s exactly what I want. This is a raid, and when raids happen, they always go for the females. Unless you want to end up the breeding slave of some other pack’s alpha, you stay right fucking here.”

  He turned to James.

  “You ready?”

  James didn’t seem ready. Casey could tell that the booze was hitting him hard.

  “I’m...I’m ready.”

  “The fuck you are,” said Sam. “But that doesn’t matter. Get your ass out to the main grounds with me. That’s where the rest of the wolves are gonna be.”

  Sam turned back to Casey. “And you stay fucking put, got it? Go to your bedroom and lock the door—don’t want them picking up on the scent.”

  Casey nodded, and she was off, shutting the door to her bedroom and locking it.

  But she didn’t have any intention of staying put. If there was a fight, if the pack was in trouble, she was determined to do whatever she could to help.

  Through the window, she heard the baying of more wolves, followed by roars and snarls.

  The fighting’s already started, she thought. And I need to help.

  She peered out the window, watching as a trio of wolves rushed past. Casey ducked down, making sure none of them saw her.

  Then she rose, ready to go out and join the fight. But right at the moment Casey put her hands on the window to raise it, a fourth wolf ran past.

  But this one didn’t keep going. It stopped, slowly turning his head and laying a pair of dark red eyes on Casey.

  Shit.

  It was the only word that managed to form in her head before the wolf started toward the window, leaping through the air and smashing into the glass. The next thing Casey knew, the wolf was in her room, scrambling to its paws as it prepared to fight.