The Alphas’ Pride Mate (The Pride Who Goes Into Heat)

Prologue.

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In the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the stench of malice, the three powerful double-shifters arrived with a wrathful purpose. Their hearts pounded in sync, their primal instincts heightened as they neared the place where their Mate was held captive by the sinister clutches of Malta.

As they pushed open the heavy doors, the sight that met their eyes sent a surge of unbridled fury coursing through their veins. There, shackled and battered, was Dirk—their beloved, their other half. A mixture of anguish and rage welled up within them, their normally composed expressions twisted into masks of wrath.

Seth, the eldest of the triplets, bared his teeth in a feral snarl. His piercing gaze, usually filled with warmth and wisdom, now emanated an inferno of righteous anger. The sight of Dirk, vulnerable and broken, ignited a fire within him that threatened to consume everything in its path. No force in the world could quell his determination to exact vengeance upon Malta.

Kurt, the calm and calculating one, felt his control slip away like sand through clenched fists. His hands trembled, yearning to unleash the wrath that burned within him. The sight of Dirk's injuries, inflicted by the vile hands of Malta, shattered his composure. A tempest of fury surged through his veins, a storm seeking retribution.

Trric, the fierce and fearless of the triplets, emitted a low, guttural growl that reverberated through the chamber. His eyes blazed with an intensity that could rival the very fires of hell. The sight of their Mate, who embodied their strength and love, subjected to such cruelty stoked a primal rage within him. Malta's name would be etched in blood as he exacted a price for the pain inflicted upon Dirk.

In that charged moment, the Alphas shared an unspoken bond, their collective anger merging into an unstoppable force. Their love for Dirk, their Mate, surged through their veins like a torrent, intertwining with their fury. They stood united, their presence radiating palpable energy, as they prepared to confront Malta with a vengeance that would shake the foundations of their world.

Dirk's voice was weak but filled with relief at the sight of his mates. "You came..." his words trailed off as he tried to summon the strength to lift his head and see the faces of his Alphas.

Malta, a sadistic shifter known for his malevolence, smirked, his eyes glinting with sick pleasure. "I see the mighty Alphas have finally arrived. But it's too late to save your precious mate," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

Seth clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His normally calm demeanor was shattered, replaced by a seething rage that threatened to consume him. His voice, usually steady and commanding, trembled with a mix of fury and concern. "Malta," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "What have you done to him?!" His voice rumbled with a dangerous edge, sending shivers down the spines of anyone within earshot.

Kurt, the middle triplet, radiated an intense aura of power as his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. His muscles bulged with the raw strength that surged through his veins, ready to unleash a torrent of retribution upon their enemy. His voice, deep and resonant, reverberated with a chilling promise. "You have awoken a wrath within us that you cannot begin to comprehend. No one hurts our Mate and gets away with it."

Trric, the youngest of the triplets, trembled with a mix of fear and fury. His normally playful nature was replaced by a burning desire for justice, his eyes gleaming with an untamed ferocity. His voice, a low growl, carried a warning that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it. "You thought you could break us by breaking Dirk. But you've only awakened the beasts within us that will stop at nothing to protect what is ours."

As the triplets advanced toward Malta, their collective anger merged into a palpable force, causing the air around them to crackle with energy. Each step they took was purposeful, their movements fluid and calculated. Their Mate, their beloved Dirk, was their everything, and no one would be allowed to harm him without facing their wrath.

Malta, a twisted smile playing on his lips, attempted to taunt them with a mocking laugh. But his amusement quickly faded as he witnessed the sheer determination etched upon the faces of the triplets. The once confident glint in his eyes turned to fear, realizing the grave mistake he had made by crossing paths with these double-shifters.

Seth, his jet-black hair framing his chiseled face, growled lowly, his lips curling into a ferocious snarl. His eyes, reminiscent of smoldering coals, blazed with an inferno of rage. "You will pay dearly for what you've done to our Mate."

Kurt, standing tall with his broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes, radiated an air of authority and power. His voice boomed through the room like thunder. "I will coat the walls of this warehouse with your blood," he declared, his voice laced with a lethal promise of vengeance.

Trric, his fiery red hair complementing his intense red eyes, exuded an aura of controlled fury. He took a step forward, his voice dripping with malice. "You thought you could harm our Mate and get away with it, Malta? You have gravely underestimated the consequences of your actions."

The air thickened with dread as the Alphas closed in on Malta, their emotions surging through their bodies like a raging tempest. The combined power and fury of the three Alphas was an unstoppable force, ready to exact justice upon the vile kidnapper who had dared to touch their beloved Mate.

"You will regret the day you laid eyes on our Mate," Seth hissed, his voice filled with a promise of imminent chaos.

Kurt's icy gaze bore into Malta's soul, his voice filled with icy determination. "We will ensure that you suffer a fate worse than death for what you've done."

Trric's anger fueled his words as he snarled, "You will pay for this with every ounce of pain we can inflict upon you. Consider this your final warning."

The tension in the room was palpable, the air infused with the anticipation of retribution. Malta trembled before the wrath of the Alpha trio, their Mate's safety their only priority. They would stop at nothing to ensure that justice was served, and Malta would soon discover the full extent of their fury.

Darkness enveloped him as he eagerly chased its cold embrace. Tears streamed down his cheeks and blurry eyes scanned the void for comfort. His trembling lips reflected a mix of happiness and fear. However, happiness is fleeting while fear lingers. Ultimately, the two are inseparable companions, for one cannot exist without the other. With great happiness comes the lingering fear of it being too good to be true. No matter how long we anticipate happiness, we often find ourselves questioning its authenticity when it finally arrives. Doubts begin to surface, and fear settles in like an old friend.

This was meant to be the night he celebrated not only his birth, but also the night he found his Fated Pair. As a Pride, he should not be bound to a Fated Pair, but he is not a Purebred. He is the product of a Pride and a Rogue. No one said his life would be easy, but discovering that he is Mated to not just one, but three powerful Lycgers is enough to shock him to death. They ha