All Chapters of An Affair With The Triplets: Chapter 131 - Chapter 137

ElaraThe Refuge's rune chamber had been transformed into a frozen slaughterhouse.Adrik's Magic Block hung over us like a leaden vault, suffocating the Ancestral Magic and suppressing the ability to transform. The fury and horror of the truth, the knowledge that the Black Ice Pack was under attack while we fought here, had fractured the bond, turning our unity into a source of searing pain and distraction.Aiden fought with the ferocity of a titan; his Alpha power unleashed in bursts of energy that knocked down the Pureblood Purists. But his movements were tense, his eyes searching for mine, laden with the unspoken question.Why, Elara? Why the lie?Jayden was a cyclone of Alpha Fire, purifying blue flames consuming the enemies. He had channeled his rage into a torrent of heat, but his inner fire felt desperate, without its logical anchor. He shouted orders to the Black Ice guards, but his mind was caught in the dilemma:Do I leave the fight to help Brayden, or do I stay to protect E

ElaraDying was a terrifying experience.But sacrificing myself for others would always be worth it.The return from the Well of Liria was a dizzying journey, a forced re-entry into physical reality that left me breathless. When my feet touched the frozen floor of the rune chamber, I knew immediately that I was no longer the same. My body felt light, my essence purified and expanded.The bond with Aiden, Jayden, and Brayden was not just a connection; it was a spiritual muscle pulsing with the power of the Triple Moon.My new moon eyes, intensely silver, saw the world not only on the physical plane but also in its energy flow: the poison of dark magic dissolving and the desperate auras of the pureblood purists still fighting in the halls of the pack. The magical lock that had imprisoned us had dissolved with my sacrifice, releasing the ancient magic.I felt fulfilled to see that, at last, evil was receding.The assault on Black Ice continued, but the purists' strength had been broken.

ElaraI am back at the shelter, but it is no longer the same pack I left behind.In my chest, the triple mark burns softly, reminding me that my soul is not alone; it is an anchor for three more souls.I feel lighter, calmer, and more peaceful.The news that Adrik had not only been defeated but also sealed from existence spread like a shockwave through the spiritual veil. I felt the liberation of all the packs. It was a deep silence, the cessation of a long-standing oppression.The Pureblood Sect dissolved within hours.There was no need to hunt them down.Without their architect, without their source of Dark Magic that poisoned and unified them, their structure collapsed. The Dark Magic that had kept them fierce and loyal had been purified by my sacrifice. Without the poison, the followers were nothing more than confused wolves, returning to their territories, unable to sustain the doctrine of hatred that Adrik and Aldric had instilled in them.Fear and rage dissolved, leaving only a

Five years later.The threat of the cycle of power lingered, latent in the chaotic aura of my son, Niran, but the unity we had forged had become our armor against fate. We had learned to live with the truth: life was not the absence of problems, but the ability to solve them together.The midday sun fell on the central courtyard of the herd, transformed into a playground. The old stone walls, once symbols of siege, now served as a backdrop for laughter.I laughed, a free and loud laugh that echoed in the bond.I sat on the grass, my back resting on Aiden's lap, as I wove a crown of wildflowers. My triple mark was a familiar warmth beneath the linen of my tunic.This is happiness, Nira said placidly.Aiden, his Rune of Strength glowing faintly in the sunlight, smiled as he stroked my hair. His posture was one of total relaxation, a hard-earned peace.“You've been smiling like that all morning,” Aiden murmured, his voice deep. “What are you up to?”“I'm just enjoying everything,” I repl