Todos os capítulos de Mated to Three : Alphas Fight for Me: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Liliana’s POV I have come home. Or at least, mom’s home. The Woodlands embrace me with towering trees that stand as silent sentinels, their branches weaving a canopy to obscure the sunlight, casting shadows on the forest floor. As I step through the gates of the Woodlands, memories begin to echo in the hollow corners of my heart. I remember taking my first baby steps here, stumbling every once in a while before reaching mom who never failed to cheer me on. I remember jumping over the gates with grandpa, racing to see who would be the first to reach the cookie at the end of the line. I remember receiving my first kiss from Aden under the old oak tree. Then comes the memoeries of betrayals lies and deceits. I remember the way I escaped from Aden and Bella's attacks to end me, the way I found solace in the rogue's land and the way I chased after the rogue wolf in the Woodlan

Liliana’s POV The woman who stands before me is an enigma. She glances at me from the depths of the cave —  draped in a gown as pure as freshly fallen snow. Her hair, a cascade of white waves, flows like a frozen waterfall, and her presence radiates an ethereal beauty that captivates even in the dark of the cave. I find myself momentarily breathless. She stands, a blueprint of mystery, her eyes holding a depth that transcends mere mortal understanding. They are... deep, oddly deep. Like they piece through another world. Logic whispers warnings in my mind—strangers should elicit caution, but I act void of the order of the rule I hear. Yet, a magnetic force draws me to her, weaving a spell that numbs the rational mind. I should question, resist, demand answers. But as she gazes at me with eyes that seem to hold the secrets of time, my voice remains silent, as if under the encha

Kaden's POV Moonlight bathes the empty grave, casting elongated shadows that stretch like ghostly fingers across the soil. “Let’s fill it up, Kaden,” Evander says. In the stillness of the night, the shovels in our hands cut through the quiet like a subdued heartbeat and the dirt cascades back into the empty grave. The night seems to hold its breath as if paying homage to the secrets concealed beneath the newly settled earth. Given our speed, the void in the grave is filled in no time. Evander jams his shovel head-on into the soil and plops onto the ground. I wipe the sweat from my brow and take a seat next to him and stare out into the moonlit sky. Evander produces a steeled bottle of alcohol from his pocket and takes a measured sip, his gaze fixed on the grave before us. Then silently, he extends the bottle to me. I accept

Kaden’s POV I have never felt such anguish in my life, not even I lost my mother to the creature she has become. I look at Liliana who sits before me, perched against the tree with her head down and my heart breaks. The loss of her wolf is more than a physical absence; it's a spiritual amputation, leaving her incomplete in a way that goes beyond the physical realm. How much pain did she bear and how is it that she has shielded all this from me? From all of us? How is it that she has been able to keep this agonizing secret of her and bear the pain alone? Liliana is strong, fiercely so, but even the strongest can be brought low by the trials they face.The weight of her suffering and the toll it has taken on her becomes painfully clear to me. I reach out, my hand closing around her arms with more force than I intended, my emotions set loose. "Why didn'

Liliana’s POV The shock of the discovery lingers in the air as Evander takes the lead, approaching the hobbit-sized door. With a duck of his head and a careful manoeuvre, he manages to squeeze through the small opening, his tall frame bending to accommodate the tight space. Kaden follows, his movements swift and determined, a stark contrast to the gentle care Landon takes with me. Landon insists that I go before him, his actions the epitome of chivalry. "After you," he says, gesturing towards the door. I crouch down to step through the doorway. It is narrow, and I can feel the cool brush of the walls against my shoulders. The door leads us to an open field. Once out, I straighten up and look back to see Landon emerging, his concern for my well-being evident in his eyes. Together, we stand, the gentle glow of the light from the room we left behind casts long