All Chapters of Wanting Her Back (Her Alpha Triplet Mates): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Willow's POVMorning sunlight poured through the cracks in the curtains as we huddled around Kingston’s workbench. He was bent over another phone, fingers deftly working at its insides. Every few seconds, he muttered something under his breath, curses or prayers, I wasn’t sure which. The triplets hovered nearby, pacing back and forth like caged animals. Axel and Asher argued quietly over whether Ruby’s pack could be trusted to arrive on time. Aiden leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his silence heavier than the others' words. I stood to the side, leaning against the counter, watching Kingston with anxious eyes. He was trying to rig up a working communication line, again. The last one barely held long enough for me to call Ruby, and we were desperate to ensure she could meet us at the border. Without transport, we’d never get the kids out fast enough. Daniel and Ella had suddenly turned to our priority because we knew that Thane wanted them. It was crazy that he would want my

Alpha Thane’s POVThe storm raged outside, a feral symphony of thunder and wind that mirrored the power I would soon command. I stood at the highest tower of the palace, watching the lightning tear across the night sky. Each bolt was a promise, a reminder of what was coming. Soon, the world would tremble at my feet. For years, I had meticulously planned this moment. Every sacrifice, every calculated betrayal, had been for one purpose: to ascend. To shed the fragile limitations of mortality and become something far greater. The ritual was nearly ready, and with it, my transformation. But even as the storm roared, I felt a nagging unease. I hated the sensation, hated the cracks it revealed in my otherwise perfect facade. Elana’s warnings lingered in my mind, whispering doubts about Willow and the strength of her connection to those around her. “She is nothing,” I growled to myself, gripping the stone railing until my knuckles whitened. “A pawn. Just like her mother.”"I know Alpha

Asher's POVI could feel the weight of their eyes on me, the weight of their judgment, their concern. Axel and Aiden stood to my left, their faces creased with frustration. They didn’t understand the turmoil that was going on inside me, no one did. “You’re making a huge mistake, Asher,” Axel said, his voice low but firm. His hand gripped my shoulder tightly, his usual calm demeanor replaced with urgency. “We all know Jason’s not the same as before. He’s dangerous now,” Aiden added, his voice laced with worry. “You’re walking into this knowing he’ll be using black magic.” I could feel the tension in the air between us, thick and suffocating. They were afraid. Afraid for me. Afraid of what I was about to do. I was afraid too but fear was not the absence of courage, it was the presence of one's emotions. But, if I outrightly gave in, I would have lost the duel before I even got a chance to fight it. “I know,” I said, my tone calm despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me. “But

Willow's POVThe cold stone walls of the dungeon pressed against me, the chill seeping into my bones, but it wasn’t the cold that made me tremble. It was the heavy silence, the sound of my own breath in the dark, the muted cries of my children that echoed through the thick air. Daniel and Ella were restless, and their soft sobs were like a dull ache in my chest. They hadn’t eaten before we had been taken, their stomachs empty and their spirits drained.I could feel their hunger gnawing at them, could hear it in the way they whimpered softly in their sleep. But the truth was, I didn’t have much more to offer them. My own stomach was a pit of emptiness, a hollow reminder of our situation. But I was their mother, and I had to remain strong. For them. “It’s not fair, we didn't do anything to the bad man but he seems to not like us so much. I don't like him either, he is…” Ella whispered through her sniffles, her small hands clutching at the fabric of my shirt as she leaned into me for c

Willow's POVIt was suffocating, the kind of air that presses against your chest and makes every breath feel like a battle. Every time I inhaled, the stale scent of stone and rust filled my lungs, and every time I exhaled, it felt like I was losing more of myself. The dungeon was cold, but the chill wasn’t from the walls or the floors, it was from the despair that had settled in the very marrow of my bones. I had finally gotten myself back, the screaming had stopped when Lina clasped my head tightly and changed some words I barely heard.Daniel and Ella had finally fallen into a restless sleep, their small bodies curled up beside me. I could feel their warmth, their breath, but the sounds of their whimpers in their sleep reminded me of the horrors they had witnessed since the moment they were dragged into this nightmare. I hadn’t been able to protect them, not the way I had promised myself I would. And that fact weighed down on me like a stone in my heart. Lina sat beside me, her ga