The Mafia Alpha's Triplets

Prologue

Dharna moaned when his eyes traveled on her bare flesh. He was not her mate she was sure of it as her wolf didn't feel the mate bond neither did she.

But the fragrance was alluring and her touches always send sparks in her body. It was like she had touched a high-voltage electric equipment and its electricity was traveling through her body.

She hugged him tightly and their naked fleshes glued to each other.

He nipped her earlobe and then kissed her neck and bit there as well.

He whispered in her ear. "You are never going to forget about this night".

With that, he thrust inside her breaking all the barriers between them.

"Didi (uses to address older sister), am I going to die?" a little girl asked from the hospital bed. her thin little body was wrapped in the hospital gown. Although the girl was sixteen years old, but she did not look more than twelve years old.

The girl who was pouring water in the glass to drink, paused for a moment after hearing the girl's question and her tears welled up with tears. She took a deep breath before turning around to face her.

"What are you talking about, Riti? Who told you that you are going to die?" she gave her a glass of water and sat beside her while caressing her short hair. She noticed the tears in her lower eyelashes which threatened to fall and wiped them with her thumb before that.

"I heard the nurses talk. They were saying if I do not get the treatment on time. then maybe I will not survive till the next year". As she finished talking, the tears in her eyes started to fall.

Dharna wiped the tears and hugged her. She spoke while patting her back. "Nothing is going to happen to you. Your elder sister is here. I won't let anything happen to you". She broke the hug and gave her tight-lipped smile.

After the emotional phase, Dharna fed her some light food and then feed her medicines. The girls slept after taking the medicines.

Dharna left after that for her job. She walked straight to the bus stand to catch the bus, which will drop her to her work area.

After getting on the bus, Dharna started to think about her life, which she used to live in the past.

She had been leaving with her family in Canada since her birth. Her origin was from India, but her family moved here after her parents decided to live as lone wolves. Lone wolves are those who had a pack but they don't live in it.

They are very much different than the rogues. Rogue wolves are either banished from their pack after they commit some crime or broker any pack rule or left their pack completely without any pack to have their back. In other words, they are the criminals in the wolf's world.

Her family started to live among the humans and would shift into their wolf form in abandoned places or the deepest part of the forests.

Dharna, who is 22 now, first shifted on her 18th birthday. Her parents were with her and her little sister Ritika was very much happy to meet her wolf. her wolf, Leela also loves Ritika very much and is as protective of her as Dharna to her. At that time, her little sister Ritika was only 12 years old and a healthy little girl.

Leela, Dharna's wolf was also heartbroken when she come to know about Ritika's disease.

They were living happily until one day. when their parent's mystery got killed in an accident. At that time, Dhanna was only 21 years old. After knowing about her parent's death Dharna was devasted and missed the loopholes in the accidents which could lead to something unexpected.

After their death, Dharna and Ritika were on their own and Dharna had to leave her studies and started to work on different jobs. She also started to give tuition as she had an excellent track record in her studies.

It was too good that her teachers helped her to get the scholarship. So that, she can continue for studies in high school and complete her college degree as well. Although she doesn't need to think about her studies anymore but there were other needs as well, and the money which their parents had left started to finish little by little.

Therefore, the save that amount Dharna started to give tuition in the evening and work in the restaurant as well at night.

Dharna had believed her life was finally back on track. Graduation day was supposed to mark the beginning of stability - a full-time job, decent money, no more worries. She had walked out of the ceremony glowing with pride, eager to share the joy with her little sister, Ritika.

But when she opened the door to their home, her world collapsed. Ritika lay sprawled on the floor, unconscious. Dharna's heart lurched; she rushed her to the hospital, her mind a blur of panic.

Hours later, the doctor stepped out of the ward, his face shadowed with gravity. Dharna rose from her chair, her voice trembling.

"Doctor... what is it?"

He met her gaze, steady but grim.

"We ran numerous tests. All came back positive. Your sister has gastric cancer - stomach cancer."

The words struck Dharna like a blow. She stared at him, numb, her lips parting but no sound escaping. The doctor gently touched her shoulder.

"Miss Vyas?" he prompted, trying to anchor her back to the moment.

She blinked, her voice breaking.

"How? She was healthy... she ate well. Just a mild fever, some vomiting. I gave her medicine, and she was fine this morning. How can this be?"

Tears spilt before she could finish. The doctor's tone softened.

"Please, Miss Vyas. Control your emotions. It is not too late. There is treatment."

Hope flickered in her eyes.

"You mean... she can be saved?"

He nodded. "Yes. But she is in stage three. Surgery is required within a year. It is not immediately life-threatening, but the treatment is costly."

Dharna leaned forward, desperate.

"Then let's do it. Let's start the surgery."

The doctor hesitated, then spoke carefully.

"Combining surgery and treatment will cost around seventy thousand dollars. That excludes medicines and hospital bills."

The figure hung in the air like a sentence. Dharna froze. Their parents' savings amounted to barely twenty thousand. She had worked multiple jobs to keep them afloat, but fifty thousand more? It was an impossible gulf.

Her chest tightened as she thought of Ritika lying unconscious, wires tethered to her fragile body. Dharna's tears returned, but now they carried the weight of a dilemma that could shatter her world: how to save her sister when the price of hope was beyond reach.

The silence of the doctor's office was deafening. Dharna's graduation cap, which she had forgotten she was still holding, felt like a lead weight in her lap. She looked at the $20,000 in her mind-a sum she had spent years scraping together-and realised it was now just a down payment on her sister's life.

"I'll find it," Dharna whispered, her voice cracking. "I don't know how, but I'll get the fifty thousand."

The doctor gave her a look that was a mix of pity and professional detachment. "Time is of the essence, Miss Vyas. Ritika's condition would be stabilised with the help of medicines, but at most for a year".

"I will arrange for the money on time. Thank you, Doctor". The doctor nodded his head as Dharna stood and came out of the doctor's office, and went to Ritika's ward with heavy steps.

As she reached at the outside of the room, she took a deep breath and made sure there was no sign of worry onher face. Then she put on a smile onher face and entered her ward.

Ritika stirred faintly on the hospital bed, her eyelids fluttering as the machines hummed around her. Dharna, who had been sitting by her side with her hands clasped tightly, leaned forward the moment she saw movement.

"Ritika...?" Dharna whispered, her voice trembling. "Can you hear me?"

The machines were humming-a rhythmic, robotic heartbeat that filled the room. Ritika's eyes were open, fluttering weakly. She looked smaller than she had this morning.

"Didi?" Ritika's voice was a ghost of a sound.

Dharna rushed to the bedside, grabbing her sister's hand. It was ice-cold. "I'm here, Ritika. I'm right here."

"The... the party?" Ritika whispered, looking at Dharna's gown. "Did I miss it? I tried to get up... to make your favourite cake... but the floor..."

"Hush," Dharna said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. The smell of hospital antiseptic replaced the scent of home. "The party doesn't matter. You're going to be okay. I've talked to the doctor. He's the best in the city. He's going to fix this.

Ritika's lips parted, her voice weak but audible. "Didi... what happened to me actually? Why am I here? By looking at this..." She gestured to the IV. "... it is obvious it is not just mild fever".

Tears welled up in Dharna's eyes. She brushed a strand of hair from Ritika's forehead.

She knew Ritika was always smart, according to her age. Her observation power is exceptional. Therefore, she decided to tell her everything, excluding money.

"You fainted at home. I found you on the floor. The doctors... they ran some tests."

Ritika looked at her sister, confusion clouding her face. "Tests? But I was fine... just a little fever. You even gave me medicine."

Dharna swallowed hard, her throat tightening. She didn't want to say it, but she knew she couldn't hide the truth. "Ritika... the doctors said you have gastric cancer, but it is treatable."

Silence fell between them. Ritika blinked, her eyes wide, trying to process the words. "Cancer?" she whispered, almost as if saying it aloud would make it real. "No... that can't be. I eat healthy, I take care of myself..."

Dharna grabbed her sister's hand firmly. "I know, I know. I asked the doctor the same thing. But he said there's treatment. Surgery, medicines... You can be saved."

Ritika's gaze softened, though fear lingered in her eyes. "Saved... but at what cost?"

"That's for me to care". Dharna smiled and caressed her hair. Then she continued.

Dharna squeezed her hand firmly, her voice steady though her heart was trembling. "It means you'll have to fight, Ritika. But I'll be right here with you. Every step of the way."

Ritika's lips trembled. "I don't want to be a burden to you."

"You're not a burden," Dharna said fiercely, her eyes shining with tears. "You're my sister. My world. Nothing else matters."

Ritika's gaze softened, and a faint smile touched her lips despite the weakness in her body. "You've always been the strong one, Didi. I don't know how you do it."

Dharna leaned closer, her forehead resting lightly against Ritika's. "Because of you. You give me strength. And now, I'll give you mine. We'll get through this together."Ritika's weak fingers curled around Dharna's hand. "But only if you promise me one thing."

"What?" Dharna asked, her voice urgent.

"Promise me you'll still chase your dreams. Don't let my illness steal your future. You've worked so hard, Didi. You deserve more than just sacrifice."

Dharna's chest tightened. She wanted to argue, but the sincerity in Ritika's eyes silenced her. She nodded slowly. "Alright. I promise. But first... We'll save you." Her eyes turned into yellow, golden, Leela, her wolf on the surface.

Both were making promises to save their little sister at any cost.

* Present Time *

The bus hissed to a halt at Dharna's stop. She stepped down, the afternoon sun spilling across the pavement, and walked the short block toward her office. Six months into her architecture job, she still carried the weight of Ritika's treatment on her shoulders. The salary was decent for a fresher, but never enough. So evenings were spent tutoring children from affluent families, weekends filled with extra lessons, every rupee carefully saved for her sister's surgery.

Inside the office, a chorus of greetings met her. "Hello, Dharna."

She smiled back, grateful for the warmth of colleagues who had become her allies in a place where not everyone wished her well. Her work often drew praise from the higher-ups, more than those who had been here longer, and envy had sharpened into quiet hostility.

She reached her desk, set down her bag, and brushed her fingers across the frame of her family photo before opening her laptop. The familiar ritual steadied her.

Dharna was halfway through her current assignment when a heavy pile of documents hit her desk with a violent thwack. The sound, amplified by her sensitive hearing, rang in her ears like a gunshot.

She looked up, her nose wrinkling involuntarily. Even before her eyes met her visitor's, her wolf senses had already flagged the intrusion. A cloud of cloyingly sweet, cheap perfume hit her first-a scent so thick and artificial it felt like a physical weight in her lungs.

Standing there was Glenda, her supervisor and self-appointed nemesis. Glenda was in her late twenties, but her face was often lost under a mask of heavy foundation and neon-bright eyeshadow. Today, her fake eyelashes fluttered like trapped insects as she looked down at Dharna with a smug, tight-lipped grin.

"I want you to finish this today," Glenda said, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. She pointed a perfectly manicured, neon-pink finger at the new stack. "These are vital. I need them ready for the meeting tomorrow morning."

Dharna took a shallow breath, trying to filter out the suffocating scent of Glenda's perfume. "But I'm already mid-assignment, Glenda. I have to finish the current blueprints by the end of the week, and this pile looks like two days' worth of data entry."

Glenda leaned closer, her perfume pressing harder into Dharna's senses. "Then you'd better work faster. Or maybe you'd prefer I tell the director you can't handle multiple tasks?"

Dharna's jaw tightened. "That's not fair. You know I've been meeting deadlines consistently. If you overload me, the quality will suffer."

Glenda's smile widened, predatory. "Quality? Sweetheart, I care about results. If you can't keep up, maybe this company isn't the right place for you."

The words stung, but Dharna forced herself to hold Glenda's gaze. "I'll finish it," she said evenly, though her chest burned with frustration. "But don't mistake compliance for weakness."

Glenda's brows arched, amused. "Oh, I like that fire. Let's see if it lasts when you're drowning in paperwork." With a final flick of her hair, she strutted away, leaving the stench of her perfume hanging like smoke.

Around the office, colleagues exchanged uneasy glances. No one spoke, but Dharna could feel their sympathy in the silence. She exhaled slowly, steadying herself. She didn't have the luxury of breaking down. She had a sister to save, a surgery to fund, and no time to indulge Glenda's cruelty.

As Dharna stared at the mountain of documents Glenda had dumped on her desk, her human mind sighed - but her wolf instincts stirred, mischievous and uninvited.

Dharna's wolf side muttered darkly, You'll get results, all right... The Leela (Dharna's wolf) began to imagine Glenda's mishap. Glenda was suddenly trapped inside a sprawling spreadsheet maze, cells stretching endlessly with glowing formulas and error codes, her shrill voice echoing, "Where's the exit?! Why is everything, #REF!"

The wolf chuckled. "Welcome to Excel Hell." As Glenda tried to climb free, the maze shifted, and a giant pie chart rolled toward her like a boulder, thundering WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP, while she shrieked, "Not the quarterly report!" The wolf urged gleefully, Run, Glenda, run...

Dharna blinked, shaking her head to clear the visions. Her lips twitched despite herself. The wolf was relentless, always ready to turn irritation into slapstick sketches.

Focus, she told herself. This is work. Not a comedy show.

'We can not harm her, a wolf can only imagine. Sigh!!!' Lella spoke with dramatic expression.

I hope you have fun. Now, let me focus. I have a pile of work to finish before the day ends. Dharna told her wolf.

But the wolf only chuckled, curling up in the back of her mind, satisfied with its little theatre of Glenda's downfall, but not before saying.

'Don't tell me you didn't like it.

The wolf retreats. The documents remain.

With a sigh, she opened her laptop and pulled the first document from Glenda's stack.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, determination hardening in her chest. I'll finish this. I'll finish everything. Because I have no choice.

Mary, her colleague and quiet friend, drifted past Dharna's desk a little later, balancing a steaming cup of coffee. Without a word, she set it down gently beside the mountain of documents.

"Thought you could use this," Mary murmured, her voice low enough that only Dharna could hear.

Dharna looked up, the tension in her shoulders easing for a moment. She offered Mary a grateful smile, one that carried more weight than words. "You're a lifesaver," she whispered back.

Mary returned the smile, soft and knowing, before slipping back to her own desk. She understood Dharna's situation - the endless juggling of work, tutoring, and saving for Ritika's treatment. She never pried, never asked for details, but her small gestures spoke volumes.

Dharna wrapped her hands around the warm cup, inhaling the rich aroma. The earthy scent cut through the lingering haze of Glenda's perfume, grounding her. Each sip was a reminder that not everyone in this office was against her.

She straightened, determination settling back into her chest. The day was far from over, but with Mary's quiet support and her own resolve, Dharna was ready to push through the pile of work and finish what needed to be done.