All Chapters of BOUND BY THE ALPHA TRIPLETS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mora's POVThe question was not if, but when, because the world would surely need her to save the day. This pack, especially.And when that moment comes, she would step into it not as the frightened omega they remembered.She would step into it as a full-grown Moonblood.The flame that had hidden too long in shadow.The flame that would burn the world and strip it until it is clean.~Aisla's POVI woke up to blood on my pillow again.It soaked the fabric under my cheek, sticky and warm, the copper tang already sour in my mouth. My nose had bled in my sleep and tickled down until it pooled under me.I sat up slowly with a heavy body and raw throat. The cot creaked under my weight. The basement of the grove was dimly lit with the faint light from the glowing runes, and the low hum of the shield kept vibrating in my bones.The air smelled of my power. I sniffed it in as I placed my feet on the floor, but I remained seated. I wiped at my face with my sleeve, but the blood was dried alre

Elaria's POV The pack was bleeding itself dry. I could smell it everywhere. There was blood in the straws, ash on the walls, and sweat dripping off warriors who had not slept in days. The siege pressed tighter with every sunrise as the Shadowfang and Ironclaw howls shook the walls until the pups whimpered in their mothers' arms. We were rotting as a pack. But I bloomed in that rot. The council chamber smelled of fear. The elders were hunched at the long table with trembling hands as they argued over rations and bodies piling too fast to burn. Thorne sat at the head with rigid shoulders and a clenched jaw. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His silence was heavy enough to silence them all eventually. But not me. I leaned against the pillar in the corner, cloak wrapped around me, hair tumbling wild down my back. To them, I was just the Beta's daughter… frightened, delicate, and unimportant. And that was the sweetest lie I'd ever told. "They are still whispering," Elder Darius

Thorne's POVThe trumpets sent ripples through the air, but the air inside the council chamber was still.Too still.It was the kind of stillness before a storm. It carried judgment in every breath, every twitch, and every sideways glance. My elders sat around the long oak table, their eyes fixed not on me but on the empty chair at my right …the one meant for my heir, for Kieran. He wasn't here. He was where he believed he belonged, on the battlements, bleeding with the rest of them.And it pissed me off.They thought it a noble act. I thought it foolish."Alpha," Elder Darius began with a voice rough with disapproval, and he barely bothered to hide. "The warriors speak. They say your son has not left the walls in days. They say he fights at their side, eats their rations and sleeps in the dirt." His gaze sharpened, slicing me open. "They say he leads."I leaned back in my chair, clasping my hands so they would not see the tremor of my claws against the wood. "And what would you have

Caelan's POVEvery breath I took felt like my throat was scraped down with broken glass. My chest was heavy, and my body was weak. The fever did not go away, but I refused to stay in the healer's tent. I refused to be useless while my brothers bled on the walls.So I stood. I fought. And when my knees buckled, I made sure no one saw it.Not even Kieran.He had enough weight on his shoulders without mine dragging him further down.Aside from the stress of the fever, my bond with Aisla would randomly surge and knock the air out of me. By the second week of the war, I could not ignore it anymore. My wolf was restless, pacing inside me and snarling for air I couldn't draw. The bond pulsed without mercy with every step I took, and it caused me to stumble from the very weight of it.Aisla.Her name hammered in my ribs like a heartbeat I could not silence. She was alive. I knew it. I felt it. The fever was not a random sickness. It was her absence eating at me from the inside out.The warrio

Aisla's POVThe world was burning when I stepped into it again.Smoke curled around me, thick enough to choke. Wolves screamed and every breath I took was filled with blood and fear.And yet, I felt nothing but stillness.The bond blazed steadily in my chest, sharper than it had ever been. I could feel the three of them. Caelan's fevered heart. Lucien's rage. Kieran's strength flaring, then faltering. Their heartbeat tangled with mine until I could barely tell where I ended and they began.They needed me. The pack needed me.So I stepped out of my grove and it was just in time to save Kieran from the claws of the enemies. If I had come a minute later, I would have met a fatal scene.When they recovered from the shock of seeing me, the first wave of Ironclaws and Shadowfangs came fast. I lifted my hand, and the air cracked. I felt the family ting as power tore through me hot and wild, and wolves twice my size flew backward and the bodies smashed into stone with loud thuds and cracks.T