บททั้งหมดของ Bound by the Moon: Mated to Triplet Alphas : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Lucas’s POVThe recruits stood in a crooked line when Zack brought them into the training ground. Some looked like they hadn’t eaten a full meal in weeks, others puffed up their chests, pretending they were already warriors.I paced in front of them, my arms crossed, letting my silence do the work. The air was heavy, their eyes following me. Finally, I stopped.“You think you’re ready,” I said, my voice sharp, cutting across the field. “You think holding a blade or having claws makes you warriors but It doesn’t. Warriors bleed, warriors fall, warriors break and still get back up. That’s the only difference between a fighter and a corpse.”A few of them shifted uneasily. The young boy, Lior, Zack had told me his name, stood straighter than the rest, though his fists trembled at his sides.“You will be pushed to the edge,” I continued. “You will be beaten down, humiliated and dragged through the mud until you think you have nothing left. That’s when you’ll learn who you are, some of you

Kane’s POVThe day for the meeting with the Alphas came.The council hall was already full when I entered. The air was thick with tension and the scent of too many wolves in one place pressed against me. The Alphas of the neighboring packs sat at the long stone table, some leaning back with crossed arms, others whispering low to their betas.Zack and Lucas flanked me as I took my seat at the head. The weight of every eye in the room landed on me, waiting.“We’ll begin,” I said, my voice carrying easily through the chamber. The murmurs stilled.“You all know why I called you here again. The rogues aren’t scattered strays anymore, they’re organized. They’re moving supplies, forging weapons, this isn’t rumor or speculation. It’s fact.”One of the older Alphas, Gray from Ironclaw, leaned forward, his beard brushing the table. “Forging weapons? Rogues have always stolen scraps, nothing more. What proof do you have?”Lucas spoke before I could. “Because I saw it. Blades coated with wolfsban

Lucas’s POVThe training grounds were loud with movement if boots slamming dirt, blades clashing, grunts and growls filling the air. Sweat and dust clung to every sound.Weeks of drilling had finally hardened the recruits. No, they weren’t warriors yet, not even close but they no longer looked like frightened pups dragged from their homes. They held stances, they listened and most importantly, they got back up every time they were knocked down.I strode across the line, sharp eyes on every one of them. “Back straight, feet apart Mark, show them again!”Mark, a seasoned warrior with arms thick as tree trunks, stepped forward and dropped into a fighting stance. His claws extended with a metallic scrape, his weight evenly balanced.“This,” I barked, pointing at him, “is how you stand if you don’t want to be split open in seconds. Wide base, knees bent and balanced. You’re wolves, not sticks waiting to snap.”A few recruits straightened nervously. One tripped over his own stance and got s

Kane’s POVThe door shut behind us with a soft thud, leaving Ava inside her chamber.For a moment, none of us moved. The silence pressed in on my chest like a weight, the only sound was my wolf’s low and restless growl. Rafe hated leaving her, I did too but she needed rest and I needed answers.Lucas finally broke the silence. His voice was clipped but steady. “You need to hear exactly what happened.”I turned to him sharply. “Then speak.”He exhaled deeply, running a hand over his face. “We were in the middle of training, nothing unusual. I paired recruits with warriors so they’d get a taste of what a real fight feels like. Ava wanted to join, she’s been pushing herself harder every day, and I thought—” He paused, his jaw tight. “I thought she could handle it.”My fists clenched. I forced my voice to stay even. “And?”“At first she was fine,” Lucas continued. “A little slow, a little winded but she held her ground. Then she sparred with one of the warriors and I swear, the second his

Kane’s POVThe door of the council chamber slammed behind me, the sound echoing through the stone halls like a final insult. My hands were still curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood, but I didn’t loosen them. Those old fools.They sat in their chairs spitting judgments like they had lived through anything worth judging, not one of them had faced the red-eyed Alpha, not one of them had seen Ava standing there, trembling, trying to hold her body together while lightning tore through her and yet, they thought they could label her.I had to force myself to breathe as I stepped into the hallway.Zack and Lucas were waiting. My brothers always waited when it mattered, though their faces told me they already knew what the answer had been. Lucas leaned forward, tension in every line of his body, while Zack stood tall and still, as if bracing for the blow.Lucas’s voice was sharp, almost biting. “Well? What did they say?”“They refused.” The words tasted