All Chapters of BOUND BY THE ALPHA TRIPLETS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aisla's POVI used to think silence was safety.That if I kept my head down, stayed quiet, and made myself small enough, the world would pass me by without noticing. The only way to survive as an Omega was to be invisible and forgettable.But silence had not saved me.It was Elder Mora who had.That night in Alpha Thorne's chamber, when his fury weighed on me like chains, she had pulled me away with a voice steady as stone. From that moment on, she had not let me go."You belong to the Moon," she had said. "Not to him."And so my nights no longer belonged to fear. They belonged to Mora. To training. To the Moon.It always started with fire.On the first night, Mora sat me before a bowl of flame, chanting words in a tongue older than the pack itself. Her voice was low and rough, but it thrummed in my bones. She made me repeat the words until my throat went raw, until the sparks of the fire twisted in tune with my breath."The flame listens because you listen," she told me. "Power is no

Thorne's POVPower was not given.It was taken.I had taken it when I was younger than my sons are now, standing on the bodies of rivals, clawing my way to the throne until there was no one left to challenge me. Power was not love. Power was not bonds or prophecy. It was blood and fear. That was the way of wolves.And yet, the Council muttered of "change." Of "omens." Of that omega girl.I would crush the whispers before they spread.Elder Mora thought I did not see her meddling, but I knew. She whispered in corners, cloaked her riddles in talk of the Moon. The Council hung on her words because they were too cowardly to trust their own.But I had no patience for riddles.I had three sons. One heir. And no space for an omega to unravel what I built.Elaria was waiting when I entered the council chamber. She bowed her head, but her eyes gleamed, hungry, desperate. She reminded me of her father at that age, all ambition and no temperance. Useful in small doses. Dangerous in excess."She

Caelan's POVThe evening air was cool and smelled like pine after the day's training. Most of the pack had already left for dinner in the hall, and their voices echoed like distant thunder through the walls. I stayed behind, leaning against the edge of the courtyard and watched her.Aisla.She had not noticed me yet. She lay by the wall and combed the grass with her fingers as she stretched out the stiffness from sparring. Stray strands of hair had slipped free from her braid, clinging to her sweaty cheeks. Her movement was definite now and less frantic than when she first started training weeks ago. She moved steadily now, with purpose. I felt a strange warmth spread in my chest as I watched her. It was not just the pull of the bond thrumming between us like a string, but something more fragile. Something I did not want to say out loud.She lifted her head then, and her eyes met mine. I watched as a smile spread slowly on her face. "You stayed," she said as she sat up."Of course,"

Kieran's POVDuty.It had been drilled into me since the day I could walk. I was the eldest. The heir. The one who must not falter or bend. I was not permitted to break. And yet every time I looked at her, I could feel the crack in my resolve.Aisla.The girl who should have been invisible, who should never have crossed into my world. The girl who haunted me even when I closed my eyes.I told myself I could resist her. That my discipline was stronger than my desire. That I was Alpha before I was anything else.But tonight, watching her spar in the courtyard, laughter spilling from her lips as Caelan teased her, I knew I was lying to myself.I stayed in the shadows until the session ended. The others left her behind while she caught her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair clung to her neck with sweat. She bent to scoop up her cloak and when she straightened, she saw me.Her smile faded."Kieran," she said, breathless."Aisla." I stepped forward, forcing my voice to sound cal

Elder Mora's POVI have seen this several times before. Not this exact one with power hungry wolves winding through the training fields with the scent of steel and sweat resting heavily in the air, but paths like it. Young wolves with bright eyes aching to prove themselves.They all wanted strength. They all thought it was the only thing that could save them.But strength is never enough.Strength breaks without wisdom. It is a devourer when left without purpose. And so I watched Aisla as her fists struck the padded dummy, her breath ragged but steady. She had come far from the trembling girl I had led out of Thorne's chamber. Her body was stronger now, and her mind even sharper.But her heart was still soft.And that, I feared, was what the prophecy would demand of her."Again," I called, and the wind carried my voice across the training yard. She adjusted her stance and struck the dummy again. She was no longer clumsy, and her body moved with precision now. Her wolf rippled under