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Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas Kaia — POV
Some things only bloom when no one is watching.That’s what the old woman said as she handed me a pouch of seeds.She didn’t ask permission to stay. Didn’t announce her name. Just wandered into the edge of the Weave on the thirty-third morning, skin like bark and eyes like dusk. She wore a coat of stitched-together herbs, and her laugh startled the crows.“What kind of seeds?” I asked.She cackled. “The kind that don’t ask for permission either.”Then she wandered off, leaving footprints that smelled like rosemary.---I planted them anyway.Not because I trusted her.Because something in me was tired of being afraid of wild things.They went into the cracks—between stones, under steps, near the water basin that leaked like an old memory. I didn’t label them. Didn’t tell anyone.Just pressed them into dirt and whispered, “Grow how you want.”And maybe that was selfish.Or maybe that was holy.---Demian found me in the half-built archive two days later, cursing over the splinter I’d j
Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas Kaia — POV
We didn’t crown a new leader.Didn’t build a throne.Didn’t bow.Instead, we got to work.And maybe that was better.Maybe that was what rebuilding meant—not replacing the center, but learning how to spin without one.There were questions, of course.There always are when the world forgets its shape.But no more prophecies. No omens. No pre-written maps.Only hands.And hands could be trusted, at least more than fate ever could.---I stood at the river’s edge the next morning, where the last of the Mirror Water had run dry.It hadn’t bled silver in weeks.Now, it was just water. Cold. Clean.Mortal.Aelira stood beside me, her hair pulled back in rough braids, wrists still faintly shimmering with the ghosts of burned threads. She looked older now. Not aged—weathered. Like a shoreline after storm season.“There’s a bend farther upstream,” she said quietly. “Good for building.”“For the city?”“For something. Doesn’t have to be a city. Could be a school. A sanctuary. A place where no o
Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas Kaia — POV
I didn’t know how to breathe in a world where the threads no longer whispered.The silence was almost louder than the song.It pressed against my ribs like a cage of old bones, like the remnants of a scream I couldn’t remember making. For the first time in years, I didn’t hear the echoes in the corners, didn’t feel the weight of her voice laced through the wind.She was gone.And yet…I could still feel her.Not in my bones.In the absences.Where she used to be.---I stood alone at the edge of the Hollow.Not the deep places—those had gone still.This was the outer rim, where the snow fell in crooked circles and the old birch trees leaned toward each other like gossiping ghosts. The sky had gone soft, grey, unmarked.Even the stars were quiet.I let the silence hold me.Let the air brush against the places where her threads used to bite.And still, I didn’t feel free.Because freedom, it turned out, wasn’t peace.It was choice.And choice was a kind of grief.---They held a fire th
Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas Isabella POV
The Hollow didn’t breathe.It waited.And I didn’t know how to walk through a place that once knew me and now watched me like I was a trespasser. The halls that had once flared with sigils and memory now pulsed dull and slow—like veins on the verge of clotting.I passed the old threshold into the map room.Not war room. Not anymore.Because war had shape.This was something else.Corrin stood over the table, palms flat, spine like stone. The dagger lay between us all like a question we already knew the answer to. Everyone had gathered—Kaia, Aelira, Asher, even Demian. The old guards. The new marked.And Rowan.He didn’t stand.But he watched.And I felt it again—the ghost of the thread that used to bind us.Not severed.Dormant.He hadn’t forgiven me.And I hadn’t forgiven myself.But he still came.That mattered more than I wanted to admit.“Asher,” Corrin said, breaking the silence. “Tell them.”I turned to him, and he met my eyes like the blade knew both our names now.He spoke low
Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas Asher — POV
The moment she screamed, the walls cracked. Not stone. Not sigils. The walls. Reality bent like someone had gripped the edge of the Hollow and tried to fold it in half. I heard it in my bones before I saw it. A low-frequency hum that pressed against my teeth, my skull, like something ancient, grinding its teeth in the dark. And then— Silence. For almost an hour, Isabella was gone. Not hidden. Not unconscious. Gone. It's like a thread cut too fast to bleed. I’d seen a lot of things. Watched flesh pulled from bone, and souls scream through the veil. But nothing compared to that hour. Corrin paced the war room like a blade without a sheath. Kaia was still singing — that song that made the windows sweat saltwater and turned the shadows into things that breathed. And Aelira? She just sat. Watching the corner. The same one the Mother’s voice had come from the night before. I didn’t ask what she saw there. Because I already knew. And I was starting to wonder if she was
Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas Isabella — POV
Rowan’s breath was shallow. Too shallow. The kind you didn’t hear—you felt it, if you were close enough to count ribs and time and prayers. Asher laid him down on the stone, blood trailing from his mouth in threads that didn’t match the wounds. I pressed my fingers to his neck. It's still warm. Still there. Barely. “He’s tether-sick,” Asher said. I nodded. “But not hers anymore.” “No,” he said quietly. “Yours.” I froze. Then, I looked down—and saw it. A thread. Thin. Crimson. Tied to Rowan’s wrist. The other end? Wrapped around mine. My breath caught. Not metaphor. Not vision. Real. Asher reached for it, and it burned him. Not me. I held still. Heart thundering. “She tied him to me?” “No,” he said slowly. “You did.” He was right. I didn’t know when. Or how. But something inside me had reacted—to the blast, to the rupture, to the echo of her voice—and it reached out. Anchored. Bound him back. “I didn’t mean to,” I whispered. “I know,” he said, but the tightnes
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