All Chapters of Runaway With The Alpha's Triplets : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LydiaMy car rolled past the outer gates of Scarlet Pack territory, tires crunched over the gravel. The guards at the post bowed immediately, they saw me“Luna Lydia.”I smiled faintly and lifted my chin. I liked the way that sounded, "Luna Lydia". It had weight of power and respect. Even if some of them whispered behind my back, they still bowed. That’s what mattered.The houses I passed looked calm and ordinary, little families out front, kids playing, wolves chatting in small groups. Everything looked peaceful. But peace wasn’t what I felt. Not really.When I finally pulled up in front of the pack house, I killed the engine and stepped out. I had dressed perfectly the previous night black pants, a cream silk blouse and my hair pinned up neatly. No one would ever guess I hadn’t slept.I barely made it inside before Ryan's little lap dog called Max appeared out of nowhere.“Where have you been, Luna?” he demanded.I blinked at him slowly, pretending to think. “Good morning to you to

MikaelaI looked away and gulped, when I looked back at him, his smile had softened. It wasn’t the teasing one from before.“We haven’t really talked since the… you know, that party fiasco,” he said with a small laugh.“Yeah, that was… something.” I said, chuckling nervously.“Something,” he repeated with a chuckle of his own, then he continued. “How’s Declan doing by the way?”The question caught me a little off guard. I blinked, realizing how rarely anyone outside of Ryan even asked about Declan, except him. “He’s doing better,” I said after a pause, folding my arms. “At least for now. The doctor said his progress looks good, but… you know how it is. You try to stay hopeful, but the fear just… doesn’t go away.”Karl nodded slowly."Yeah,” he said quietly. “That kind of fear doesn’t just leave. But hey, he’s a strong kid. Takes after his mom.”I gave a small laugh, shaking my head. “You think so?”“Absolutely.” he said. “You’ve done a hell of a job holding everything together, Mik

Mikaela.“Again!” I shouted, swinging my arm in a wide arc that almost caught Karl off guard.He barely had time to block me before I swept his legs out from under him, and he hit the ground with a hard thud.“Shit, Mikaela—” he groaned, rubbing his back.“Get up,” I said flatly, breathing hard but refusing to rest.Karl gave me a look like I’d lost my damn mind, but he got up anyway. The second he did, I was already moving. My fist shot forward, my knee followed. He tried to block again, but I caugt him in the shoulder, spun, and sent him flying right back onto the dirt.He hit the ground harder this time, coughing out a laugh. “What the hell are you made of, woman?”I ignored him, pacing a few steps away, my pulse pounding. My palms were slick with sweat, and my hair was sticking to my forehead, but I didn’t feel tired. Not even close. I felt wired, like something inside me wouldn’t stop burning.“Get up,” I said again.Karl just stared at me for a second, then sat up slowly. "You’

MikaelaIn all honesty, I didn’t even understand why I was here. Sitting in the council room felt… pointless. I wasn’t an elder, not a council member, not someone whose voice really mattered in these kinds of meetings. I should have been anywhere else, maybe with my kids, or in the garden pretending life was normal. Instead, I was stuck in this suffocating room, surrounded by Alphas and elders whose egos were unmatched.Still, I had had this gut feeling the moment Max came to call me, that this meeting wasn’t going to end well. That someone, somewhere, would eventually throw a jab at me. And like always, my instincts were right.When that Silvermoon elder opened his mouth and said what he did, it felt like a slap straight to my face. The way he said it too, calm and deliberate as if he was just stating a fact. I felt every eye in that room flick toward me in a judgy manner, waiting for my reaction. I wanted to walk out. But I didn’t. I sat there.That's when Ryan spoke.His voice c

MikaelaIt had been two weeks since that council meeting, and I still couldn’t get Damien’s words out of my head. For the first time sonce that celebratio night, I finally understood why he did it, why he stood in front of everyone and claimed to be the father of my children instead of Ryan.It wasn’t because he wanted to. It was because Lydia made him.The realization had burned like acid the night he confessed it. Damien looked like a man carrying ten years of guilt, and now I knew why. Lydia had him trapped, pulling his strings like some puppet master.He still refused to tell me why. That part pissed me off more than anything. Every time I had pushed, he would shut down, repeating that it was “better if I didn’t know.” Maybe he was scared. Maybe Lydia really did have something dangerous on him. But either way, it didn’t change one thing, I knew Lydia was hiding something. Something big enough to make grown men obey her like dogs.I had been watching her since then, quietly. The