All Chapters of Mated to the triplet alpha princes: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Riley's POV The car ride was a blur. My mind was still reeling from the encounter with Kirk, from the unexpected intrusion of Karl, from the suffocating weight of unspoken emotions and dangerous desires. I tried to question Karl about our destination, but he simply chuckled, his hand resting lightly on the steering wheel, and told me to relax and enjoy the ride. He knew me too well. He knew I needed a moment to gather my thoughts, to process before speaking, and he wouldn’t push me. His silence, however, felt reassuring, a sharp contrast to the storm raging within me.We pulled up to a building that initially surprised me. It wasn’t the tranquil garden I’d envisioned, nor the quiet corner of the mansion. It was a modern, sleek building, all glass and steel, with the word "Gallery" discreetly etched above the entrance. An art gallery."Karl," I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion. "Why are we at an art gallery?" I felt a knot tightening in my stomach. Was he leading me here as a dist

Riley's POV The silence in the mansion was heavy, a suffocating blanket woven from Norman’s icy anger and my own gnawing guilt. Days had passed since his eruption, since the confession of my confusing attraction to Kirk. I had tried, repeatedly, to seek his forgiveness, to explain the turmoil within me, the involuntary nature of my wolf’s response to Kirk’s presence. But he refused to listen, refused to acknowledge me, refused to see anything beyond his own wounded pride and sense of betrayal. He shut me out completely, his cold silence a more potent punishment than any physical one.His anger, I realized, wasn't just about the wolf. It was about Kirk. About the fact that my wolf, against my will, had responded so strongly to another man, a man he considered to be lesser than him. The very idea seemed to enrage him more than the fact that I'd hidden the existence of my wolf. It was an assault on his ego, a disregard of his authority and control.The thought stung. It was true that I

Riley's POV The flickering light cast long shadows across the living room as I stepped out of my room, the silk of my nightdress whispering against my skin. Norman stood by the window, his back to me, his silhouette stark against the city lights. His posture was tense, his shoulders rigid, a stark contrast to his usual controlled composure. He looked… worried. Or was it just my imagination, fueled by days of his cold silence?As the light fully illuminated him, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes – relief? He turned, his expression carefully neutral, but I saw it. That brief, almost imperceptible flash of worry before he composed himself. A subtle shift in his shoulders, a barely perceptible softening of his jaw. He was trying to hide it, to maintain his usual facade of impenetrable calm, but I knew him too well. That brief glimpse of concern, before he regained control of his expression, confirmed what I'd been desperately hoping for. He still cared.I took a deep breath, my he

Norman's POV “We head to the Pack hall,” I told the driver immediately as I settled into the car.The council of elders sent a notice for me to appear in the hall yesterday. I didn't know what they wanted to discuss, but I knew it had to be a serious issue.My bet was on Riley—they’d probably want to remind me of the need to discard her. If that was indeed what they wanted to discuss, I'd really prefer to sip a hot drink even on a hot Tuesday afternoon. None of their words could convince me from going back on settling with Riley.About fifteen minutes later, the car eased into the driveway of the large packing space of the pack hall. Glancing at my watch, I was right on time. The huge doors of the antiquated building were ajar. That could only mean one thing, the elders have already arrived.“Hang around,” I turned to Adrian, “Chadwick would be here in a few minutes, I need to meet some investors after this meeting.”“Yes Prince,” Adrian nodded, curtseying a little.I walked in huge

Riley's POV My eyes fluttered open and the moonlight streamed through the window temporarily blinding me for a moment. I raised my hand and blocked the unwelcomed light after which my eyes gradually adjusted to the illumination.My gaze flew to the wall clock. It was just 4:am.Hearing the sounds of water from the restroom, I stood up gingerly. Norman didn't come home last night, he had told me he needed to attend to some political issues.I balled my hand into a fist as I took a slow, quiet step towards the door of the restroom. On the bedside table, I picked the only thing I could use to defend myself if it comes to it—a scalpel.My heart pounded hard in my chest as I maintained the slow steps until I got to the door of the restroom.Just as I reached to gently open the door, it swung open from the inside. I didn't bother for a moment to think. I didn't bother to look at the intruder. I swung the scalpel straight, wanting to do enough damage.A hand caught my own hand effortlessly.