All Chapters of Bullied By My Alpha Triplets: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ivy’s POV:The morning felt colder than usual, as if the world itself had sensed the growing tension within the pack. I walked through the forest with a sense of dread gnawing at me, the trees towering above me like silent sentinels. The day was still young, but the weight of everything that had happened in the past few days pressed down on me. I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something was wrong—something far more dangerous than we were prepared for.The attack on the southern border had been the first clue, but the whispers of something worse loomed over us, like a shadow we couldn’t quite outrun. Rogues were never this organized, never this... purposeful. Something had changed, and I was terrified we weren’t ready for it.I stepped into the clearing where the pack often trained, my boots crunching the dry leaves beneath me. I was alone, the others having already started their drills. My thoughts were preoccupied with the mission ahead. Max and another pack warrior had l

Ivy's Pov.The air in the cave grew thick with silence as the witch's presence faded, leaving nothing but the weight of her words hanging between us. I could feel Max’s hand still gripping mine, his touch a steady reassurance in the midst of the storm swirling inside me. The echoes of the witch's warning reverberated in my mind. We were running out of time. The curse, the darkness—it was all real, and it was closing in faster than I was ready to face.Max turned to me, his gaze intense, yet filled with an unspoken understanding. I knew what he was thinking. We both were. The choice that awaited me wasn’t just mine—it was ours. Together, we would either find a way to end this or watch everything we knew and loved crumble under the weight of the curse. The power that ran through my veins—the very thing that connected me to the pack, to Max—could either save us or destroy us.But I wasn’t sure which path would lead us to salvation.I opened my mouth to speak, to ask him what he thought,

Keiran’s Pov.I had been keeping my distance from Ivy for the past few days, though every fiber of my being screamed to be closer to her. The tension between us was thick, but not because of anything she’d done—it was the weight of the unknown that made it hard to breathe when we were in the same room. Every time I looked at her, it felt like something inside of me was unraveling.The rogues. The threat is hanging over us. It was enough to make anyone question their future, but with Ivy, it was different. She was the heart of our pack, and I knew if we failed to protect her, it wouldn’t just be the pack that would fall—it would be everything.I couldn't sleep. My mind ran over everything that had happened: the way the rogues had attacked so swiftly as if they knew exactly where to strike. They weren’t just some random group; they were organized and prepared. And that scared me more than anything.So, when I heard her slip from the house quietly in the dead of night, I wasn’t surprised

Keiran’s PovI turned to face her, my heart pounding in my chest. She looked like a warrior now—her eyes hard, her posture strong. But I knew her well enough to see the uncertainty hidden beneath that exterior. She was scared. She had every right to be.“We’ll win this, Ivy,” I said, stepping closer, my hand brushing against hers. I wanted to offer her reassurance, but deep down, I wasn’t sure if I believed my own words. The stakes were too high. The rogues weren’t the only threat we were facing.“I hope you’re right,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know if I can survive losing anyone else.”I reached out, pulling her close, holding her against me. She didn’t resist. She leaned into me, her breath steady against my chest. For a moment, we were just two souls caught in the same storm, finding solace in each other.“We won’t lose, Ivy,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. “We’ll make sure of it.”She didn’t respond immediately. She just held onto me, her hands cl

Narrator's Pov.The cold wind whipped through the trees, but Ronan barely felt it. His hands were clenched at his sides, eyes focused on the clearing below where the last of the battle had taken place just hours ago. Blood stained the earth, some of it his, most of it from the creatures they had fought. But that wasn’t what kept his attention. It was the two figures standing near the edge of the woods.Keiran.Ivy.Ronan had followed their scents instinctively, unable to help himself. He told himself it was to make sure they were safe, to check in one last time before he left. But deep down, he knew the truth.He had to see it for himself.He stood behind a thick tree trunk, watching the way Keiran touched Ivy’s arm, gently brushing dirt from her skin. She was looking up at him with soft eyes. No tension, no hesitation. Her body leaned naturally into his. It wasn’t just a moment. It wasn’t just comforting after the war.She had chosen him.Ronan sucked in a slow breath. It felt like a