Semua Bab Claimed By My Triplet Alpha Stepsons: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Lucy's POVAfter the fight ended, and Vladimir was confirmed dead, Shaun, Scott, and I made our way back to the palace. I dragged Finn's unconscious body along with me, allowing it to make deep grooves into the grass. It seemed that the blow to the head I had given him was far more serious than originally thought. Or, maybe he was just that weak of a wolf. Either way, he was going to be judged for his hand in the poisoning of the pack members, and for helping his father and sister with their nefarious plans.We took Seth to Katrina, who merely took one look at him and shook her head. “This doesn't look good.” She checked his face, lifting his eyelids to see if he was responsive.But he just remained on the bed, still, bleeding, and too quiet. He was the very person with the most charisma amongst his brothers, able to talk down even a raging storm, and now, he was on a hospital bed fighting for his life. When we had first picked up his body, the sheer weight of it all—the fighting, the

Lucy's POVWeeks passed by in a blur. Normalcy returned to Moongrowl and its environs. After Vladimir's plot met its end at the cliffs, the next thing we had to face was actually freeing the slaves from Bloodbath pack. Shaun was relentless, storming brothels and homes that didn't comply.I handed over the responsibility of Luna to Rosa, whom I trusted with my heart and my soul. Even in captivity, she had always believed in me, even when things got tough. She deserved to lead. She left along with those who wanted to return to Bloodbath and rebuild, promising to visit whenever time permitted.Not everyone left, though. Some of the slaves preferred to remain in Moongrowl, picking the established land over one wrought with so much uncertainty. Some explained that they had already found their place in Moongrowl, and expressed trust in me being able to take care of them, while others simply wanted to leave the past behind because reliving the memories would have been too painful for them.

Lucy's POV Moonstruck pack was just like the stories had said. High, towering, buildings, a merchant-led cosmopolitan, and clean land devoid of any rubble or debris—not that it was supposed to tbe dirty—even though its land was flowing with a larger number of people than those in Bloodbath and Moongrowl combined.To most, it appeared as a singular nation on its own, distant from other packs, and vivid in territory. The journey there took a long while, and throughout I had forced my eyes to remain open, more from childish wonder and excitement than from the need to remain alert. It wasn't uncommon for rogues to intercept travelling vehicles, and with the growing alarm in the neighbouring packs, it was wise to pay attention to one's surroundings when making such travels.We were welcomed into the palace at the centre of the territory, where the aged, but powerful looking, building rose like a sword raised to the sky, catching the rays of sunlight on its reddish-brown stone walls.The

Lucy's POV“The Southern border is completely compromised,” Adrianne said, leading us to the infirmary—although I had some doubts as to why corpses would have been taken there, unless it was merely for the sake of investigation. “The rest of our men had to evacuate the area immediately, or risk losing their own lives.”“Good goddess, what is all this madness?” asked the Luna, lifting both hands into the air to lay emphasis on her rhetorical question. “It's been barely a week since we got the first account of suspected rogues roaming the South. Now this?”We made a sharp turn, and had to wait a little for the warrior to open a large set of doors before we could proceed further. The doors led to another hallway, but this one had a distinct look to it.The floors were pristine, and the faint smell of rubbing alcohol filled my nose as we proceeded. People wearing white walked back and forth with hurried steps, while some moved people on small, movable beds into rooms. One woman in partic

Lucy's POVFinally alone, I found a little spot in the palace where I could take a seat and just think about the many ways that fate had dealt me a severe bow to the chest. It was exhausting always trying to explain myself, and the more I had to, the more I started to doubt why I should even have cared in the first place. The main thing that kept me moving was the realisation that despite everything, there was still hope for my future.My stomach grumbled, and I finally got up from the little crevicd where I had almost allowed myself to wallow in self-pity. As I did, Annabella appeared in front of me. She appeared to have been on her way to somewhere, with the way her chest gently rose and fell with each breath.Today, her hair was let loose, and it cascaded over her shoulders like a wavy, glossy curtain. Some blood had flowed into her cheeks, making them slightly pale. I remembered then that I didn't even know how her meeting with Scott had gone. Although it might not exactly have