Semua Bab Mated to the triplet alpha princes: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Riley's POVMy head felt thick and heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton. A dull ache pulsed behind my eyes, and my body felt like a ton of bricks. Waking up was a slow, confusing process. I blinked my eyes open, the room gradually coming into focus. My room. How did I get here?I groaned.Bits and pieces of last night came back to me, like scattered photographs fluttering through my mind. The club. The flashing lights, the loud music that vibrated in my chest. Feeling… off. Hazy. Like the edges of everything weren’t quite right. Kirk. Ugh, Kirk. Remembered him leaning too close, saying annoying things. I remembered his words clearly. He had rubbed a finger on my arm then told me I should lighten up. Something about life being too short to let little things bother me. Maybe he thinks he could brainwash his way into my heart.Petty guy!I hissed, trying to dismiss his thoughts from my mind.Then, a clearer image surfaced. Norman. His face, tight with anger, standing over Kirk. Their

Riley's POV The sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains woke me. Stretching, I glanced around the opulent bedroom, still slightly disoriented. It was only a few days ago that I’d been living in my small, cramped apartment, and now… now I was waking up in Norman’s mansion, in his bed. The sheer scale of the change was still surreal. Norman had insisted I move in, claiming it was safer for me after what Kirk had done, and honestly, I hadn’t really argued. Part of me had been scared, yes, but a larger part had been… relieved. His presence, his strength, felt like a comforting shield against the lingering fear.The room was silent. Too silent. I usually woke up to the sounds of the house slowly coming alive—the distant hum of the cleaning machines, the muted chatter of the maids. But today, nothing. The house felt oddly empty.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the luxurious silk sheets sliding against my skin. Getting up, I padded across the plush marble floor to the d

Norman's POV The soft click of the front door closing behind me was usually a welcome sound. It meant the end of a long day at the office, the start of a quiet evening, maybe dinner with Riley. I always looked forward to coming home. But today, the silence that met me in the living room was wrong. Too quiet. My eyes scanned the room, expecting to see Riley curled up on the sofa with a book, or maybe just walking in from the kitchen.My breath hitched.She wasn’t on the sofa. She was slumped on the floor, near the fireplace, a book splayed open beside her. Her body was twisted at an awkward angle, her head leaning against the cold stone hearth.My mind raced. Every muscle in my body tensed. “Riley?” I called out, my voice coming out as a choked whisper.No answer. No movement.Panic, cold and sharp, seized me. I dropped my briefcase, not even noticing it clatter against the polished floor. I was across the room in two strides, falling to my knees beside her.“Riley! Are you okay?” I r

Norman's POV The moment I stepped out of Walker’s office, a firm resolve settled deep inside me. Walker’s words were still echoing in my head: Kirk could help Riley. The idea of turning to my brother—the one who always lived on the edge of our family, the one who always behaved in strange manner—felt strange, almost unsettling. But after everything I’d seen, nothing else had worked, and I was willing to try anything. I was willing to let Kirk help Riley, provided he could really heal her.I pulled out my phone, my fingers paused slightly before I dialed Kirk’s number. It rang twice before he picked up with that familiar drawl, light and teasing.“Norman. To what do I owe the honor?” he asked, that cocky tone in his voice making me almost hiss in annoyance but I needed to get this done.I cut straight to it. “Kirk, I need to meet with you. It’s important.”There was a brief pause on the other end, and then, surprisingly, Kirk replied without his usual snarky banter, “Alright. Name the

Norman's POV The living room, usually a place of quiet contemplation or brisk business calls, felt like a cage. I paced its enormous length, back and forth, the polished marble reflecting my restless strides. Each step was heavy with unspoken worry, a physical manifestation of the storm raging in my mind. What was happening to Riley? It was infuriating. I was used to having control, to finding solutions. But with Riley, I was utterly, completely helpless. All I could do was wait, and hope. And that hope, fragile as it was, now rested entirely on Kirk. My eccentric brother, the one I’d always dismissed as an unserious fellow.I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to push down the wave of anxiety. Hope was a dangerous thing right now, a thin thread I was clinging to. I had to believe that Kirk’s wolf, whatever strange power it held, could truly help. That it could heal Riley, bring her back from this mysterious, burning slumber.My mind, ever analytical, tried to rationalize my