Lahat ng Kabanata ng Three Alphas, One Luna: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Henry's POVI woke up to a sharp pain in my jaw. I could feel that the rest of my face was pretty numb in comparison to my impacted jaw. When I opened my eyes, I saw Elijah's smiley face hovering over mine.“I'm glad that you still have something to be excited about”, I said grumpily.He only chucked lightly in response and moved his face away from mine.“At least now we know for sure that our suspicions were true”, he said.I tried to move my jaw slowly but the power of Liam's push was very painful.“Why did I have to be the sacrificial lamb, though?”, I complained and sat up gently.Elijah rolled his eyes and sat down beside me on the bed.“Quit whining. We need to come up with a plan.”I sighed and looked up at him. I did not like what he had in mind.“I think we're all better off without doing this, Eli”, I suggested. He sighed and nodded gently.“It's really easy to just allow it to happen this way, I know.”I looked at him and he turned his face to meet my eyes.“We have to thi

Liam’s POVI never thought I’d be on that field, coaching Leila through punches and footwork. Me, the pack’s fiercest warrior, reduced to a reluctant trainer. But there I was, every dawn, waiting in the clearing while the sky was still gray, breath clouding in front of me, thinking maybe this was the only way to stop hating myself.I checked my stance for the hundredth time. I hated being embarrassed by my own hands shaking. The ground was slick with dew, and I flexed my fingers, steeling myself.Leila arrived just as the sun peeked over the treetops. She looked tired but determined, like she was fighting every step to even stand there. I cleared my throat.“Stance,” I said, pointing at her feet.She shifted, heels apart, knees bent and met my eyes. For a second, I thought I’d see her fear. Instead, I saw steel.“Good,” I muttered.We went through basic strikes, her gloved fists thudding into the pads I held. I barked corrections: “Keep your elbow in!” “Rotate your hips!” “Breathe out

Henry’s POV: As the days passed and the distance between Leila and the triplets shrank, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace growing within me. The constant tension that had gripped us all seemed to be slowly fading. Leila’s smiles, small as they were, were becoming more frequent. The hard edges of our past interactions were beginning to soften. And although Liam’s struggle with his feelings was still evident, I could sense that the walls he had built around his heart were crumbling, brick by brick.But even as they worked on repairing the rift between themselves, I knew there was more that could be done. I had always been the planner,the one who thought things through, who kept the peace, and who made sure that everyone was okay, even when they didn’t know how to ask for help. I had watched Leila go through so much, endured so many trials that no one should ever have to face. She had been denied so many things, love, tenderness, the freedom to be who she truly was. It was in th

Elijah’s PovI’d slipped away to the balcony just after dinner, needing the quiet more than I’d realized. The night air was cool against my skin, and the soft glow of lanterns drifted up from the courtyard below. I sank onto the wooden bench, letting the weight of the day press down on my shoulders.I’d spent months standing beside my brothers, battling outside threats, but I’d failed to notice the fight Leila had faced alone. I’d watched her push through pain and fear without daring to step forward. Until now.“Hey,” she said softly, startling me. I hadn’t heard her approach. She stood there in the doorway, silhouetted by torchlight, concerned flickering in her eyes.I forced a small smile. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”She sat beside me, close enough that the hem of her dress brushed my knee. “You looked… troubled.”I sighed, staring out at the moonlit grounds. “I can’t stop thinking about the times I didn’t stand up for you. When you need me.”She turned to face me, her expression ge

Leila’s PovI slammed the heavy wooden door shut just as the blast’s echo faded into muffled shouts and the distant crackle of fire. My heart drummed so loud I thought it might burst through my ribs. The lock clicked home, and I slid the bolt into place, hands trembling on the cold metal.“Come back…” I whispered, voice barely more than a breath.The hallway beyond my room was dark and empty. Every footstep, every distant shout of alarm made my pulse race. I pressed my palm flat against the door, feeling the wood tremble beneath my fingers as though it shared my fear.Leaning against it, I closed my eyes and took a shuddering breath. In my mind I heard Henry’s voice, calm and certain: “I’ll keep you safe.” I let the words play over and over, a mantra I needed to believe.The room was dim, only the embers of the scattered candles still glowed, casting long, quivering shadows on the walls. I flooded myself with light, grabbing three more candles from the dresser and setting them in the