Semua Bab My Triplet Alphas: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Zayne's POVA whole week had passed since we first discovered Zach's involvement with drugs, and during that time, my brothers and I had done everything we could to gather more evidence. We followed him three more times to that same house, watched him meet with those same dangerous-looking people, and witnessed enough suspicious activity to confirm our worst fears. There was no doubt about it anymore; Zach was deeply involved in the drug trade, and we couldn't stay quiet about it any longer.The decision to confront him hadn't been easy. We spent hours discussing it, weighing the risks, and considering all the possible outcomes. But in the end, we knew we had to act. Zach was putting himself in danger, and we couldn't just stand by and watch it happen.That night, after we were certain that Ava and Vanessa were both fast asleep, the three of us quietly slipped out of the house. We moved silently through the empty streets, our footsteps sounding on the ground as we made our way toward

Writer’s POV The morning sun filtered through the hospital windows as Steve, Zayne, and Irish sat in the waiting area, their bodies exhausted from the sleepless night. The events of the previous evening felt like a nightmare: the confrontation with Zach, the gun, the fight, and then rushing Vanessa to the emergency room. Now, as they waited for the doctor's morning update, each brother was lost in his own thoughts about how quickly everything had spiraled out of control.The doctor emerged from Vanessa's room with a clipboard in hand, his expression more positive than it had been the night before. The relief on his face was immediately apparent to the three brothers, who stood up simultaneously, their anxiety evident in their posture."Good morning," the doctor began, adjusting his glasses. "I'm pleased to report that Vanessa is doing much better today. Her vital signs have stabilized completely, and she's showing significant improvement from last night."Steve felt his shoulders rel

Steve’s POV Three days later, we prepared to go get Vanessa from the hospital since the doctor had told us she could be discharged. We had gotten a space for her and Ava so they could stay on their own, finally giving them the independence they deserved.Ava was clearly happy about finally getting a space to live with her twin sister. She had been talking about it nonstop for the past day, making plans about how they would decorate their new place and all the things they would do together. Her excitement was infectious, and even though we were still worried about Vanessa's health, seeing Ava so happy made us feel hopeful about the future.Irish was the one who drove to the hospital, and when we arrived, we went straight to Vanessa's ward. She was still sleeping when we got there, looking peaceful and much better than she had a few days ago. The color had returned to her cheeks, and her breathing seemed steady and calm.We intended not to wake her up, thinking it would be better to le

Zayne's POVI watched helplessly as Ava continued to sob, her tears seeming endless. No matter how much Steve and Irish tried to comfort her, she wouldn't stop crying. The sound of her grief was like a knife twisting in my chest."Ava, please," Steve said softly, his own voice thick with emotion. "You need to calm down.""How can I calm down?" she choked out between sobs. "The doctor said she was okay! He said she could come home! People don't just die like that!"Her words echoed the thoughts that had been racing through my mind since we left the hospital. The doctor had been so confident, so sure that Vanessa was recovering well. How could someone go from being cleared for discharge to dead in a matter of hours?I felt my own tears threatening to spill over as I watched Ava's pain. She kept wiping at her eyes, but the tears just kept coming. Steve and Irish were trying to hold it together for her sake, but I could see they were struggling too. We all were."It doesn't make sense," I

Steve's POVI was relieved when Ava finally stopped crying. She had been sobbing for hours, and nothing Irish or I said could calm her down. Now she was sitting quietly, her eyes red and puffy, but at least the tears had stopped.We had been making preparations to take Vanessa back to the pack for a proper burial. It was what she would have wanted, to be buried with our family, in the place where she belonged. Irish had called the pack earlier to tell them about Vanessa's death. I could hear the sadness in the Alpha's voice when Irish told him the news.I was just finishing up some paperwork when I heard a car door slam outside. Through the window, I saw Zayne getting out of his car. He looked angry and frustrated, like he had been through hell and back.Irish was the first to reach him when he walked through the door. "Where did you go?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "You just left without saying anything.""I needed answers," Zayne said, running his hands through his hair