Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated to the triplet alpha princes: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Kirk's POV The air up here was different. Clean, sharp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. No city fumes, no distant hum of traffic. Just the whisper of wind through ancient trees and the steady, rhythmic rush of a river nearby. This remote cabin, nestled deep in the northern wilderness, was a stark contrast to Norman’s opulent mansion, a gilded cage built of marble and glass. And thank the stars for that. This was the right place. The land itself felt alive here, humming with a quiet, powerful energy that I knew would aid Riley.Norman had finally left a few hours ago, looking like a man torn between two worlds. He'd gone to his "important business meetings," his words still laced with that familiar self-importance. I’d assured him, as calmly as I could, that Riley would be just fine, that he didn’t need to bother staying. Part of me found it amusing that he, the great leader, actually listened to me, the 'oddball' brother. It showed how desperate he truly was. Still, even w

Riley's POV The sharp click of the door handle jolted me. My heart, which had just moments ago been slowing its frantic beat from the dizziness, leaped into my throat. Norman, was my immediate, panicked thought. The embrace with Kirk had been so soft, so comforting, so… private. To be caught like this, tangled up with his brother, after everything… The thought alone sent a flush of heat to my cheeks, hotter than any lingering fever.My head snapped up from Kirk's chest, my eyes wide with a sudden surge of worry. My body was still leaning against him, my hands still on his forearms, but my gaze was fixed on the cabin door as it swung open.It wasn't Norman.Instead, it was one of Norman’s hulking guards, his face a bland mask of professionalism, poking his head into the room. The sigh of relief that escaped me was audible. It was so intense it almost made my shaky legs give out again. Not Norman. Just a guard. The immediate wave of panic receded, leaving behind a faint tremor in my li

Kirk's POV I walked towards my beat-up truck, parked under a thick canopy of pines. It was old, dusty, with dents in the bumper and mud splattered on the tires, a far cry from the sleek, expensive vehicles Norman favored. But it was mine. It had taken me through rough terrain and long roads, a loyal companion to my wandering life. I climbed in, the springs groaning slightly, and started the engine. The familiar rumble of the old truck filled the air, a grounding sound.I backed out of the clearing, driving slowly down the winding dirt road. The silence of the forest gave way to the distant sounds of civilization as I neared the edge of the wilderness, then the hum of the main road. My mind kept drifting back to Riley, to the feel of her in my arms, to the look in her eyes. It was a powerful pull, unlike anything I'd ever felt before.My phone vibrated. It was Peter. "Hey, man! Still out in the boonies? How's Norman's little lady? Everything good?""Yeah, everything's good. She's most

Kirk's POV Peter flinched. It wasn't a big movement, just a quick, sharp twitch of his shoulders, like he'd been poked with something cold. His eyes, which had been narrowed with curiosity, went wide, then narrowed again, but this time with a mixture of shock and something like genuine fear. He went silent, the usual easy flow of his conversation abruptly cut off. He just stared at me, his gaze sweeping over my face, searching, trying to decipher if I was joking.I watched him, my own jaw tight. My wolf, which had been a restless storm moments before, was now a coiled spring, silent and watchful. It sensed Peter’s processing, his hesitation. It also knew the weight of what I had just said. Peter stayed silent for a long moment, the hum of the bar slowly returning to fill the void. He didn't make a sound, just kept looking at me, his eyes trying to pierce through my calm exterior. Then, slowly, as if he'd finally seen past the initial shock, his expression shifted. The alarm remained

Kirk's POV The sun was barely up, a pale light filtering through the trees, when I pulled my beat-up truck into the long, winding driveway of Norman’s mansion. A few domestic staff were already moving about, hushed and efficient. A stern-faced butler, perfectly uniformed, spotted me immediately. He probably knew who I was, Norman’s wild card brother, the one who caused trouble. He gave me a stiff nod, no warmth in his gaze, just a cold, practiced deference."Prince Kirk," he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. "Prince Norman is currently at the office.""Figures," I muttered, a small, wry smile playing on my lips. "I’m here to see Riley. For her final healing dose. Where is she?"The butler hesitated for a split second, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before giving a precise instruction. "She is in her personal study, Prince. The third door on the left, down the west corridor." He sounded like he was reciting a well-rehearsed line.Her study? That was a surprise.