Semua Bab BOUND BY THE ALPHA TRIPLETS: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Kieran's POVI had lost count of how many nights we had fought to keep the Ironclaws and Shadowfangs from pouring through the walls, but my body carried the count. I had bruises like storm clouds etched on my ribs and cuts that stung through the bandages they were wrapped in. Even my bones ached whether I moved or not. But I didn't rest. I could not.Because if I stopped, the warriors would also stop. And if they stopped, we would all die.Father had not visited the wall in days. He spent his days in the council halls where he promised deals and alliances, but the warriors no longer waited for him. Instead, they looked to me. And every time I was awake, I felt their eyes watching and waiting for me to lift my sword and lead them into another day of survival.But tonight, their eyes were different.It held hope instead of the fright I had seen in weeks.And it wasn't for me. They hoped in her. We pushed the last of the Ironclaws off the barricades before the moonrise. The younger s

Lucien's POVFather's lies smelled worse than a corpse left to rot in the open. The council might have bowed when he raised his voice and swallowed his claim that Aisla's appearance was his command, but I had seen his hand before. I had seen him try to cut her throat in the shadows when he thought no one was watching, and call it a test when he got caught. I had smelled the fear in him when the prophecy first bared its teeth.So when Aisla's power rolled across the battlefield, and he returned to the courtyard wearing that smug smile, I knew it was all an act.It wasn't his plan. It never was. He is simply taking advantage of the pack's ignorance.But I would not let him twist her into his weapon. She won't be his plaything. The incident at the grove still sticks with me. The claw marks in the dirt and the shadow beyond the trees stayed at the front of my mind. I told myself it had been him, that Father was the one who stalked me there. I was not sure. I did not catch him. But the s

Elaria's POVThe hall smelled of smoke and sweat. And the memory of dried blood felt like a far memory away. I sat perfectly still with my chin lifted and eyes half-closed as if the chaos around me were beneath my notice. But deep inside, every whisper scraped against my skull like a dull, uneven blade.Aisla.They said her name like it was salvation. Like she was a prayer answered in the darkest hour.I wanted to claw their throats open just to hear them choke on it.The girl who once served food in this very hall now lived in their hearts like an idol. My future had been carved sharp and bright, my Luna crown waiting, my throne promised. Until she returned from the shadows with silver light dripping from her hands and roots piercing the ground at her command.She should have stayed. She should have bled out in the dirt where she belonged.But no. The Moon Goddess had a cruel sense of humour.I sat there through the council session and listened to their murmurs about how "the Moonblo

Caelan's POVThe fever never left me.By now, the healers already knew it was not just a fever. They thought it was a leash from the goddess herself. But I did not let it stop me. I felt the pull of the bond again that morning, and it called me to the river. Every step I took felt like I was dragging stones behind me. My breath was short, and my skin felt like a clam. The healers said my body needed rest after the last surge of the bond. But rest was not possible when my chest ached like my very heart was missing.The thought gnawed at me until I couldn't stay in the walls. I slipped past the walls and stumbled through the trees as I followed the faint trace of her scent. The river was silver under the moonlight, and its rush was gentle compared to the roar of war that still echoed in my skull. I dropped to my knees at the bank and looked into the water.And then I felt her.Not through the bond this time, not as a distant tug in my chest. She was near. I lifted my head, and ther

Mora's POVThe girl was pacing again. I sat on the bench in the heart of the grove and watched her. Her bare feet stomped the ground, and her hair was tangled from restless nights. She wore the bond like a cloak…warm, intoxicating, and dangerous.The triplets had touched her, giving her strength without even realising it. Now that power seethed beneath her skin, simmering like a storm. But storms were wild, and wild things could destroy just as easily as they saved."You're restless," I said quietly. My voice didn't rise, but she looked at me.The firelight sharpened her face, revealing a change I hadn't seen before. She was different every day."I can't stay here, Mora," she said with urgency. "They need me. The warriors, the pack, the bond…" She stopped, pressing her lips tight like she feared the words."The bond," I repeated softly. "I feel it weighing on you."Her hands clenched. "It's stronger when I'm with them. When I let it happen. With Lucien, Caelan, and even Kieran. It fee