Semua Bab Mated to the triplet alpha princes: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Damon's POV The crumpled report in my hand felt like a lifeline, a stroke of luck in a game I'd been playing for far too long. The outlanders' attack on HornSide. It was bad news if it spread among the people of the kingdom, a devastating blow, a strategic setback for Norman. But for me… it was an opportunity. A chance I wouldn't let slip through my fingers.My spy network, meticulously cultivated over years, had yielded valuable information. Norman had sent troops to HornSide, a desperate attempt to reclaim lost ground. And, more importantly, Riley was with them. A thrill shot through me, and my heart beat in anticipation and long-suppressed desire. Norman wouldn't be there. That was my chance. My opportunity to strengthen the mate bond with Riley, to rekindle the flame that had flickered and almost died. The news of Riley's deployment ignited a fire within me, a burning desire that pushed aside all other concerns. I knew this was my chance. My chance to get close to her, to reconn

Riley's POVThe cold night air bit at my exposed skin, but the chill that ran through me wasn't from the weather. It was the thrill of the hunt, the sharp edge of danger that always accompanied a mission like this. Karl’s voice, low and gravelly, cut through the quiet, giving his final instructions.“Hardin, Dr. Walker, Zoey, the rest of you – stay back,” he commanded, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group. “Do not engage. Do not reveal yourselves unless I give the order. Your role is support, a fallback. Understand?”A chorus of murmured agreements followed. I watched Hardin nod, his face a mask of grim determination. Dr. Walker adjusted his spectacles, his medical kit clanking softly. Zoey, usually so vibrant, was subdued, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and admiration. It was a stark reminder of the gravity of our situation. We were walking into a viper’s nest, and they were the last line of defense. My stomach churned with a mixture of fear and pride. This was it. The real t

Riley's POV My eyes fluttered open, struggling against a heavy weight that seemed to press down on my eyelids. My head swam, a thick fog coating my brain. The world was a blur of muted colors and indistinct shapes, swaying gently. A rough vibration hummed beneath me, a constant, low thrum that spoke of movement. The air was cool, smelling faintly of old canvas and something metallic, like stale oil. Where am I? What happened?Panic flared, sharp and cold, instantly clearing some of the haze. My wolf felt muted, dazed, but instinct was still there, a frantic whisper of Danger! My muscles tensed. I felt the resistance of bodies on either side, holding me, restraining me. My elbows jabbed out, my feet kicked, a choked sound escaping my throat. They had me. The outlanders. I was captured. The thought was a hot coal, burning through my exhaustion. I struggled harder, a wild, thrashing attempt to break free.“Easy, Riley. Easy now. You’re safe.”The voice. Deep and familiar, it cut through

Riley's POV My throat burned. A searing, raw pain tore through me as I collapsed to my knees, gasping, sucking in ragged, desperate gulps of air. Each breath was a painful rasp, my lungs screaming for oxygen. My hands flew to my neck, massaging the bruised skin, trying to coax the air down. My vision, still dotted with dark spots from the lack of oxygen, slowly cleared. I coughed, a deep, rattling cough that shook my entire body. My eyes watered. The sheer shock of it, the cold, brutal reality of what had just happened, hit me with a force almost as powerful as Alpha Nate’s grip. He had choked me. He had tried to kill me. Right here, in the open, in front of everyone, or so it seemed. And nobody had seen it. Nobody had heard it. The thought sent a fresh wave of cold fury through me. As the air finally began to flow freely, and the dizzying sensation eased, I pushed myself up, my muscles still trembling. My gaze flickered to the man who just saved me. He stood rigidly, his back to m

Riley's POV Pregnant. Norman’s pups. The thought, once terrifying, now sparked a surprising joy. It wasn't just a baby; it was his baby. Norman, the calm, steady presence, the one who had always seen past the 'runt' to something more. The idea of carrying a part of him, of building a future that wasn't just about fighting, but about creating, felt… revolutionary. Elation bubbled up, a feeling so strong it made my eyes prickle. It was a secret, a precious, fragile secret, nestled deep within me.I looked at Dr. Walker, a wide, almost goofy smile spreading across my face. “Pregnant?” I whispered, the word tasting sweet on my tongue. “Oh, Dr. Walker… that’s… that’s amazing.” I couldn’t help the grin. “You have to keep this to yourself, please. I want to tell him myself. When he comes back, when he joins the troop, I want to be the one to tell him.” The thought of seeing Norman’s face when he heard the news, the hope and love in his eyes, was a powerful, driving force. It made everything