Double Trouble, Triple Heat by Nina Soelian
Double Trouble, Triple Heat
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Sera Mitchell flees her shattered life to inherit a cabin in Silverpine Falls-the mountain town her father forbade her from entering. She reconnects with childhood crushes Dominic and Caspian, now devastatingly attractive men who awaken desires she's never explored. But when she discovers they're werewolves and she's pregnant with their child, Sera must embrace her hidden heritage as a Prime wolf, face her hunter father's army, and claim her place as Alpha Female of a pack caught between two worlds.
Chapter 1
Mar 17, 2026
Sera’s POV
My hands haven't stopped shaking since I crossed the state line, and I'm not sure if it's fear or something closer to anticipation.
Eleven hours of highway behind me. Eleven hours of watching everything I know shrink in my rearview mirror. I'm running—there's no point pretending otherwise—but for the first time in weeks, I'm running toward something instead of just away.
Silverpine Falls. The name alone unlocks memories I've kept buried for twenty years. Summer visits with my mother, back when she was alive and laughing. Catching fireflies in mason jars. Falling asleep to wolves howling in the distant mountains. Believing, truly believing, that magic existed in these forests.
My father made me promise never to come back. After Mom died, he couldn't even hear the town's name without his face going hard. I always assumed it was grief—that Silverpine Falls held too many memories of her.
Now I'm breaking that promise, and I can't bring myself to feel guilty.
Three weeks ago, Joseph Webb cornered me in the supply closet at work. Hands where they didn't belong, whispered promises about what good girls get. I broke his nose with a stapler. He fired me the next morning and made sure I'd never work in the industry again.
The eviction notice came on a Tuesday. I sat on my apartment floor reading it three times before the words sank in.
Then Eleanor's lawyer called.
Aunt Eleanor. I barely remembered her—just impressions, really. Warm hands and cookies snuck to me when Mom wasn't looking. Stories about wolves who protected the mountain. We weren't close, but she remembered me. She left me her cabin, and maybe a way back to something I've been missing my whole life.
The town emerges through mountain fog, and my throat tightens at how familiar it looks. The main street with its brick buildings. The little diner where Mom used to buy me hot chocolate. Twenty years, and it's barely changed.
People turn to watch my car pass, and part of me wonders if they remember the little girl who used to visit. If they remember her, they might remember who she used to follow around like a lovesick shadow.
Dominic Blackwood and Caspian Rivers.
The names surface unbidden, and warmth spreads through my chest. They were teenagers when I was a kid—sixteen, maybe seventeen—and I thought they were the most fascinating creatures in the world. Dominic with his serious amber eyes. Caspian with his silver-bright hair and the nickname that made my young heart flutter.
Little star. He called me little star.
I was eight years old and hopelessly infatuated with both of them. They probably thought I was a nuisance, this city kid trailing after them asking endless questions about the forest and the wolves.
They probably don't even remember me now.
The cabin sits three miles past town, down a gravel road winding through forest. When it appears through the trees, tears blur my vision.
Timber and stone, wisteria climbing wild up the walls. Neglected now, but still standing. Still here.
Inside, everything hides under white sheets and dust. I move through the rooms slowly, and each reveal brings another fragment of memory. The fireplace where Eleanor told her wolf stories. The kitchen table where I ate her cookies.
Then I find the photographs on the mantle.
My mother smiles at me from a silver frame. Young, radiant, green eyes sparkling with joy.
"Hi, Mom." My voice cracks.
I don't have any pictures of her. My father destroyed them all. But here she is, preserved in Eleanor's memory, alive and beautiful.
By sunset, I've opened every window to let the mountain air sweep through. I step onto the terrace to watch the last light fade, and the view hits me like something physical. Mountains rolling into purple distance. Forest stretching endlessly below.
And somewhere in those trees, in a lodge I half-remember from childhood... them.
The thought won't leave me alone. Are they still here? Would they recognize me?
I grab my jacket and step off the porch before the rational part of my brain can intervene. The path is overgrown but my feet remember the way, carrying me toward the Blackwood property like no time has passed. My heart beats faster with every step.
The lodge appears through the trees, bigger than I remember, warm light glowing from the windows.
I knock before I can lose my nerve.
Footsteps approach. The door swings open. And I forget how to breathe.
The man filling the doorway has Dominic's eyes—amber-gold, intense—but everything else has changed. Tall and broad, dark hair to his collar, jaw sharp beneath stubble. When his gaze lands on me, something electric passes between us.
"Dominic?"
Recognition flickers across his features. Then surprise. Then something hotter.
"Sera? Sera Mitchell?"
"You remember me."
"Of course I remember you." He steps closer, and the air feels suddenly charged. "Little star. All grown up."
The childhood nickname in his adult voice sends heat down my spine.
Another voice calls from inside, lighter, teasing. Then Caspian appears over Dominic's shoulder. Platinum hair. Silver-grey eyes. A smile that breaks across his face like sunrise.
"Holy shit. Sera? Is that really you?"
"It's really me."
"Look at you." His gaze travels down my body with obvious appreciation. "Not so little anymore."
They pull me inside, settling me on a leather couch in a room that smells like wood smoke and something distinctly masculine. Caspian presses wine into my hands, our fingers brushing as I take the glass. Dominic sits across from me, but even at a distance, his presence fills the space.
I tell them about Eleanor. About my father's refusal to let me return. About Joseph Webb and the stapler and the eviction notice. They listen without interrupting, their attention focused entirely on me, and I can't remember the last time anyone looked at me like what I had to say actually mattered.
By the time I finish, Caspian's hand rests warm on my knee and Dominic looks like he wants to commit murder.
"Give us his address," Dominic says quietly.
"You can't—"
"You're home now." Caspian squeezes my knee. "That's what matters."
Home. The word wraps around me, and I want so badly for it to be true.
When the wine is gone and the hour has grown late, they insist on walking me back. I tell them I know the way, but Dominic shakes his head.
"It's dangerous after dark. Things come out that aren't around during the day."
"What kind of things?"
He and Caspian exchange a look I can't read.
"Wolves," Caspian says. "These mountains are full of them. And they're not like normal wolves, little star."
Something in his tone stops me from asking more.
They flank me on the path—Dominic on my left, Caspian on my right—and every brush of shoulders sends sparks across my skin. The forest is darker than I expected, alive with sounds I don't quite recognize. Twice I swear I see eyes glowing between the trees, but when I look directly, there's nothing there.
At my door, they make me promise to lock up tight and stay inside until morning.
"We'll see you tomorrow," Dominic says, and it sounds like a vow.
I watch them disappear into darkness, two shadows swallowed by trees.
Twenty years since I followed two boys through these woods with my heart in my throat. They remembered me. After all this time, they remembered.
I lock the door and climb into bed, but sleep is a long time coming. When it finally arrives, I dream of amber eyes and silver hair and wolves howling in the mountain darkness.
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