Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bullied By My Alpha Triplets: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Ronan’s Pov,The wind had a bite to it that morning, a sharp edge curling around the keep's corners and slipping under collars. I stood in the training yard, arms folded, watching the younger wolves run drills. They were too fast, forgetting the importance of patience, of reading your opponent before striking. I should’ve corrected them. But I didn’t.Ivy hadn’t come down yet. I told myself I wasn’t waiting for her, but that was a lie, and I no longer believed it.The dream from nights ago still haunted me. Not the image of her in the storm—that had faded—but the way she called my name. Not with love. With fear. With anger. It had etched itself into me, deeper than any scar.When I finally saw her, it was like the air shifted. She wore that heavy coat again, with the fur lining that brushed her jaw when she walked. Her hair was braided to one side, simple and loose. But her eyes—gods, her eyes—held something that made my heart stutter. Determination. And something else. Sadness maybe.

Ivy’s POV,It was cold that morning, the kind of chill that settled into your bones no matter how many layers you wore. I stood by the window in my room, watching the frost creep slowly along the edge of the glass. The world outside was still and gray, mist coiling low over the hills like a breath held in a lung too long. I wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders and tried not to think about the silence pressing in from all sides.Kiernan had left before sunrise. He didn’t say much—he never did—but his eyes had lingered too long on my face. Like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.Or maybe he didn’t want to.Either way, he was gone.And I was alone again.It felt like everything was shifting. Every step I took felt watched. Every word I said was weighed and measured. The pack pretended to smile, to accept me, but their eyes still held that edge. Suspicion. Fear.I was the outsider. The cursed girl. The one they whispered about when they thought I couldn’t h

Magnus Pov.The night was thick with tension. The air felt heavy, like a storm was brewing just out of sight, and the only sound I could hear was the faint rustle of the wind pushing through the trees outside. I sat in my private study, the candlelight flickering weakly against the shadows that seemed to stretch across the room. The cold stone walls pressed in, but it was the weight of the plans I had in motion that felt suffocating.I had always been good at waiting, good at letting things unfold in their own time. But tonight, it felt like the pieces were finally clicking into place. Every move I’d made, every person I’d manipulated, had led me to this moment. The control was mine now. It was only a matter of time before Ivy’s reign would come to an end.There was a knock on the door.I didn’t bother looking up. I knew who it was."Enter."The door creaked open, and Selena stepped inside. She was draped in a dark cloak, her expression unreadable. The candlelight caught in her eyes,

Magnus’ Pov.The following morning brought a thick fog, the kind that clung to the trees and blurred the edges of the world. I liked it that way. The fog made it easier to move unseen. It was as if the world itself was working in my favor.I stood at the edge of the forest, my eyes locked on the packhouse in the distance. The windows were lit, figures moving behind the glass. From this far, they looked like ants scrambling to hold their world together. I almost pitied them. Almost.The time was drawing closer. Soon, the seeds I’d planted would grow into something much bigger. And when that happened, nothing would stop me. Not Ivy. Not the triplets. Not Blackwood.I turned back into the trees, walking the narrow path that led to the abandoned cabin I’d claimed as my own. It wasn’t much—just a roof, four walls, and silence—but it served its purpose. From here, I could watch everything. Plan everything.Rhea was waiting when I arrived, pacing the room with her arms crossed tightly over h

Ivy's Pov.The early morning air was cold and still, but the quiet wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind that pressed down on your chest, heavy and full of warnings. I stood by the open window, watching the trees sway gently in the wind, but I wasn’t really seeing them. My mind was too full, my heart too uneasy.I’d barely slept.Ever since the last council meeting, something had changed in the air. I wasn’t new to pressure, or whispers, or doubt. But this—this felt different. It wasn’t just one or two sideways glances anymore. There were too many. Too often. And it was no longer just behind closed doors.I wrapped my shawl tighter around myself and turned away from the window. The bed behind me was still untouched, the sheets smooth and cold. I couldn’t rest when I knew eyes were watching me—waiting for me to fail.Kirian had offered to stay with me last night. He’d seen the way Aidan looked at me during the meeting, how Malric crossed his arms and refused to speak. Edrin had spoken too s