Semua Bab Wanting Her Back (Her Alpha Triplet Mates): Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter 81Finding MoreWillow’s POVThat night, I had the strangest dream. A wolf stood on my roof, pure white and majestic, with piercing eyes that seemed to see through my very soul. Yet, it wasn’t threatening, it smiled at me, radiating a warmth that made my fears ebb away. For a moment, I felt a peace I hadn’t known in years. It was like a heavy burden, one that served as an obstacle that had been replaced by something else, something calmer, something that exuded a sense of content with my imperfect life. Then everything shifted. The serene image of the wolf was replaced by chaos. The wolf was under attack, surrounded by figures I didn’t recognize. They moved with calculated precision, weapons gleaming in the dim light. I wanted to cry out, to help the wolf, but I couldn’t move. My heart pounded as one of the attackers turned and pointed directly at me. Suddenly, the whole group charged toward me. Their weapons were pointed at me as they yelled out curses. "Betrayer!""Tra

Chapter 83 Stranger ThingsAsher's POVThe room felt heavier than it should have. The low buzz of Axel’s voice as he dissected the dead boy’s case had become background noise. Papers covered the table, half-crumpled notes scattered amidst coffee-stained maps and crime scene photos. My head throbbed from overthinking every dead-end lead. Then Aiden stormed into the room. His arrival, usually casual and deliberate, was hurried and stiff. His hair stuck up as if he’d run his hand through it too many times, and the look in his eyes wasn’t one I liked. "Asher," he said, his voice tight. "Kingston just called." I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing. "What’s the situation?" "A rogue wolf." He paused, his jaw clenching like he was still processing the words. "Kingston said they discovered one in his team." Axel scoffed, leaning forward on the table. "Rogues don’t ‘join’ teams. They attack or run. What’s the angle here?" Aiden’s next words made the air feel heavier. "He ki

Chapter 85 Monsters in FleshWillow's POVWhen I stirred awake, the world felt cold, still, and wrong. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my limbs felt heavier than lead. I blinked into the darkness, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but the room offered no answers. I couldn't make out even the time of the day or night because everything was pitch black.The last thing I remembered was standing in Kingston’s house with the triplets, everyone tense as we tried to piece together what had happened to the rogue’s body. Then, like a thread snapping, everything had gone dark. I had not even seen what took me, all I had felt had been a sharp and piercing pain, ripping right through my chest. I flexed my wrists, wincing as rough rope scraped my skin. I was tied to a chair. Panic bubbled in my chest, but I forced it down. Panicking wouldn’t help; I needed to focus. “Where am I?” I whispered to the silence. As if in answer, heavy footsteps echoed outside the room, the sound gr

Chapter 87 The MeetingLina's POVThe walk back home from Kingston was a blur. My thoughts were tangled, replaying the vision I’d seen over and over again. The place where Willow had been was dark, suffocating, and steeped in black magic, which sent chills through my body. I knew it wasn’t just any ordinary location. It was a place of pain and power, somewhere intentionally hidden from light. Whoever was there was definitely not someone who had an iota of good intentions toward her and that knowledge put me on edge. Once I got inside the house, I closed the door and leaned against it, exhaling shakily. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since I left Kingston. I had to do something, and I knew exactly who I needed to call. It didn't make any more sense for me to keep the recent developments away from her. Even as I tried to get my phone, I felt like I had been doing the wrong thing.Fumbling with my phone, I dialed Ruby’s number. The line rang three times before she finally answered, he

Chapter 89 Messy PainsAsher's POVI stared at the map spread out before me, my mind racing with the implications of everything we had just discovered. The stench of death still lingered in the air, mixing with the musty scent of old books. I couldn’t shake the image of the slaughtered animals in the secret passage beneath our father’s room, their bodies piled on top of each other, the stench so foul that even the strongest stomachs were affected. I hadn’t realized just how much darkness had taken root in this place, in this family. It was my father. Our father. The one person we thought we could trust, the one person we had looked up to, was now revealed to be the architect behind the horrors unfolding around us. The killings of those innocent animals weren’t random. From the books we had found, the rituals... they all pointed to one thing, our father was involved in some kind of dark magic, some sick, twisted attempt to gain power. And we were helpless to stop him. "How could