ALPHA KING'S SECRET TRIPLETS

My heart raced as I drove through the streets of Seattle, trying to find the last details for my children's sixth birthday, Cassian, Dorian, and Kane. The big day was approaching, and if that wasn't enough, it was also Halloween, making it all the more special. Only two days remained, and I wanted the celebration to be perfect.

I was buying a few more party items as the sun began to set on the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and red.

As I scoured the stores for the missing items, I couldn't help but smile, imagining how excited my kids would be about the party. They were my world, my reason for living since the day they were born six years ago.

Leaving another store with bags filled with decorations and treats, I realized that night had fallen, and the moon was rising in the sky, full and bright. I remembered reading somewhere that, on that Halloween, a rare Blue Moon phenomenon would occur.

A premonition washed over me, but I quickly brushed it aside. As I walked the city streets, the cool night breeze caressed my face, and I took a deep breath, feeling the wind coming from the forest surrounding the city.

Finally, with all the shopping done, I loaded the bags into the car and drove back home. The light of the full moon illuminated the way, and the night felt magical. A cool, chilling wind blew through the forest, giving me goosebumps, but I didn't mind.

I was so busy thinking about the laughter and smiles I would see on my children's faces that I didn't even notice the shiver that ran down my spine.

However, when I arrived at our house and saw the broken door, a dreadful feeling took hold of my body, and my heart began to beat wildly. I knew something was wrong.

I entered the house, calling for my children, hoping to hear their excited voices in response.

"Cassian! Dorian! Kane! Where are you?"

My worst nightmare became a reality as soon as I stepped into the living room. Stacy, our trusted babysitter, and dear friend, lay on the living room floor. Her once lively eyes were now dull and glazed, and a gunshot to her forehead stained the carpet with the grim mark of her death.

"STACY!"

"Cassian! Dorian! Kane!"

"Cassian! Dorian! Kane! Come out, wherever you are! Please!"

I was overtaken by desperation as I frantically searched for any clues that could tell me where my children had gone. That's whenI caught a familiar scent in the air, a scent I knew all too well.

My heart raced even faster when I realized what it meant. This wasn't an ordinary kidnapping; it was something much more sinister.

***

The room was silent, except for the muffled footsteps of the agents as they collected Stacy's body, my beloved nanny. Shehad been a constant presence in my children's lives, Cassian, Dorian, and Kane, since they were born, caring for them with love and devotion. Now, her lifeless body was being taken away, a victim of a tragedy I couldn't fully comprehend yet.

Sitting on the couch, my eyes followed the movements of the funeral agents with a void in my soul. The pain was overwhelming, but I needed to maintain my composure. Officer Andrew Moore was in front of me, asking questions that I struggled to answer.

The room in my house was steeped in sadness as I watched the funeral agents collect the lifeless body of Stacy, our beloved nanny. The feeling of helplessness weighed on my shoulders, and the sad morning light invaded the room, making every detail stand out vividly. My heart ached, and guilt gnawed at me for not being able to prevent that tragedy.

He began to inquire if Stacy had any romantic relationships, or if she had any recent disputes with anyone in thedays leading up to her death. My mind automatically went through all the times we had talked, trying to find any sign that she was dealing with personal issues she hadn't shared with us. However, I couldn't think of anything.

I shook my head sadly. "No, Officer Moore, Stacyhas always been a kind and beloved person by everyone. I can't believe someone could hurt her."

Officer Moore continued, looking at me seriously. "And what about you, Mrs. Silver, is there anyone in the neighborhood who might consider you an enemy? Any recent disputes or disagreements that you know of?"

I reflected for a moment, thinking about my neighbors and community relationships. "No, officer, we maintain good relations with everyone in the neighborhood. I can't think of anyone who might have something against us."

The officer's eyes narrowed slightly as the next question came."And what about the father of the triplets? Is he involved inthe children's lives? Could he be connected to this in any way?"

My eyes drifted to thefloor as my mind wandered to the name Hunter.