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Aftermath
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2026-04-30 15:30:48
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Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas My Mother's Lies
The cave was silent after the light faded.My mother was gone. The king was bound. The ice had melted, and the tomb was empty. I knelt on the cold stone, my hands pressed against the floor where her body had dissolved into light, where the dagger had pierced her heart and she had crumbled like ash. The stone was warm beneath my palms, as if her warmth still lingered. I stayed there, breathing in the dust of her sacrifice, the ghost of her scent—lavender and old paper and something else, something I had forgotten.Cassian held me, his arms warm around my shoulders, his heartbeat steady against my back. He did not speak. He did not tell me it would be all right. He simply held me, and that was enough.Theron stood at the entrance, his gold eyes wet, his throat still wrapped in bandages. A single tear slipped down his cheek, cutting a path through the grime of the mountain. He did not wipe it away.Lysander leaned against the wall, the dark dagger dark again, its power spent. His grey ey
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Marcus's True Plan
The spy's body had been buried beneath the old oak, where Soren had once laid. Iris had spoken the words, her voice steady, her eyes dry. The pack had dispersed, returning to their homes, their families, their lives. But the questions lingered.The king is not dead. He is sleeping.There is always another darkness.Your mother knew.I stood in the great hall, the letters from Soren spread across the table. Cassian stood beside me, his grey eyes scanning the faded ink. Theron sat by the fire, his throat still bandaged, his gold eyes distant. Lysander leaned against the wall, the dark dagger in his hands, its blade pulsing faintly."There is something missing," I said. "The letters talk about the king. About the shadow. About Marcus. But they do not say what Marcus's true plan was. Why he marked me. Why he bound the shadow to my blood."Lysander looked up. His grey eyes were thoughtful."Marcus was not working for the king," he said. "He was working against him. The king wanted the shad
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas The Spy Among Us
The darkness did not take the pack.Cassian's blade cut through the first wave, the first wolf's steel singing as it severed shadow from shadow. Each swing sent black mist scattering, but more shadows rose to take their place. Theron fought beside him, his claws extended, his gold eyes blazing, though his throat was still wrapped in bandages and his voice was gone. Blood seeped through the white cloth, but he did not stop. He could not stop.Lysander stood at the edge of the fissure, the dark dagger in his hand, its blade pulsing with pale blue light—not dead, only sleeping, and now waking. The light pushed back the darkness, giving the pack room to flee.Iris had gotten the children out. The old wolves, the wounded, the omegas—all of them were streaming through the gates, fleeing into the forest, toward the human towns, toward anywhere the darkness could not reach. I heard their footsteps fading, their cries growing distant. They were safe. For now.But the darkness was everywhere.I
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas A Crack in the Fortress
The days after the mountain blurred into a rhythm of healing and silence.Lysander woke on the fifth day. His honey eyes opened slowly, unfocused at first, then sharpening as they found my face. He did not speak. He simply looked at me, and I saw that something was missing—the part of him that had always watched, always waited, always held back. It was gone. In its place was something raw, something new. Something that looked like peace after a lifetime of storms.“You are awake,” I said. My voice was thick with relief I had not let myself feel until now.He nodded. His hand found mine beneath the furs. His fingers were cold, but his grip was firm.“The dagger,” he said. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, scraped raw by days of silence. “Where is it?”I looked at the bedside table. The dark dagger lay there on a folded cloth, its blade still lifeless, its symbols dark. But as I watched, I saw a faint pulse of light deep within the metal—not dead, only sleeping. Waiting for the ne
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Cassian’s Fear
The ride back to Blackwood Manor took three days.Cassian did not sleep. He rode at the front, his grey eyes fixed on the horizon, the first wolf’s blade across his lap. His back was straight, his jaw tight, but I saw the cracks—the way his hands trembled when he thought no one was looking, the way his gaze drifted to the wagon where Lysander lay. He had not eaten. He had not spoken more than a few words. The bond hummed with his fear, a cold, constant pressure against my chest.Theron was too weak to shift. His throat was wrapped in bandages stained yellow with salve, and his voice had been reduced to a whisper that cracked and faded after a few words. He rode in the wagon beside Lysander, his hand resting on his brother’s chest, feeling the slow, steady heartbeat. His eyes were hollow, the gold gone, replaced by a grey that matched the sky.Lysander lay unconscious, the dark dagger clutched in his hands. His honey eyes were closed, his face pale as ash. The dagger’s blade was dark,
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Lysander’s Terror
Theron’s bond went silent.Not faint. Not distant. Silent. The thread that connected him to me—to all of us—had been cut. I felt the absence like a missing limb, a hole in my chest where warmth had been. The mountain air was cold, but the cold inside me was colder. I stopped running. My legs would not move. My heart would not beat.Ravenna. Cassian’s voice in my mind, sharp with panic. What happened?I do not know. The bond—Theron—I know. I felt it too.I was running again before I realized I had moved. The watchers’ fortress loomed ahead, black stone against the grey sky, its doors open like a mouth waiting to swallow me. The walls seemed to pulse, as if the fortress itself was breathing. Cassian was beside me, his grey eyes wild, the first wolf’s blade in his hand, its dark surface reflecting the blue torches. Lysander was behind us, silent, his honey eyes dark with a fear I had never seen in them before.Iris brought up the rear, her bow drawn, her breath steady despite the terror
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas I Am Theirs
The light from the Kingslayer did not fade.It spread through the chamber like water finding its level, washing over the bones, the stone, the shadows that had clung to every corner for centuries. The Luna's form dissolved not into darkness but into something softer—golden light that swirled upward
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas What I Found
The cave smelled of earth and old fire.Lysander had led me through the mountains for hours, climbing ridges, crossing streams, moving through darkness so complete I could not see my own hands. He did not speak. He did not need to. The bond pulled me after him like a tide, and I followed because I
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Guilt and Hunger
Dawn came grey and cold, the sun hidden behind clouds that pressed low over the mountain. I woke with Theron's arm still around my waist, his breath warm on my neck, the bond humming soft and steady. For a moment, I let myself pretend. Pretend that we were not camped at the base of a mountain where
Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas Cassian’s Warning
I woke to the sound of shouting.Lysander was already on his feet, his body blocking mine, his eyes gold. The cave was bright with morning light filtering through the waterfall, and Sera stood at the entrance, her sword drawn, her face hard.Someone is coming, she said. Wolves. Blackwood.My heart
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