All Chapters of Puck Destiny : A Triplet's Claim: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

HUNTER'S POVWe'd been searching for twelve hours straight.Bus station. Train station. Every hotel within fifty miles. Every coffee shop, diner, and gas station between here and the city. Showed Inka's photo to dozens of people. Asked if anyone had seen her.Nothing. No one had seen her. No one remembered her. It was like she'd disappeared completely.The sun was setting when we finally pulled back into the mansion driveway. Seth killed the engine and we all just sat there in the truck. Too tired to move. Too frustrated to speak."We'll start again tomorrow," Zane said from the back seat. "Fresh eyes. Different approach."I didn't answer. Didn't have the energy.We'd searched everywhere I could think of. Every place Inka had ever mentioned. Every location that made sense. And we'd found nothing.The scent masking potion was working too well. Reynolds—our best tracker—had spent hours trying to pick up her trail and found nothing past the end of the driveway."Hunter." Seth's voice pul

INKA'S POVI was on the porch when I heard Tyler's truck coming up the road. Day three at the cabin. Or was it four? The days were blurring together. Wake up, throw up, try to eat, sleep, repeat.The pregnancy symptoms were getting worse. This morning I'd thrown up twice before I even got out of bed. The crackers Tyler had brought helped but only for a few hours.Tyler parked and got out of his truck. He was carrying bags again but his expression was different. Tense. Worried."Hey," I said as he came up the porch steps."Hey." He didn't smile. Just walked past me into the cabin and set the bags down.I followed him inside. "What's wrong?"Tyler ran his hand through his hair. "We need to talk."My stomach dropped. "Did someone find out? Do they know I'm here?""Not exactly. But Inka—" He turned to face me. "Someone trashed my apartment last night.""What?""I came home and my door was kicked in. Place was destroyed. Furniture smashed. Everything torn apart." He pulled out his phone an

I hadn't felt this peaceful in weeks, not just physically, but mentally too. My mind had been beaten and broken, over and over again. I used to think that finding my mate would solve everything. But life turned out to be far more complicated than that. Now I no longer live for myself alone. I live for other lives as well, lives that are growing inside my body. Three of them, to be exact. And this is one of the ways I survive: by taking the hardest path. The loneliest one. After trudging through the unforgiving terrain of forests and rolling hills, I finally arrived here. And tonight, for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a drowsiness I could no longer fight. I surrendered to it so completely that I had no idea how long I'd been asleep, until a knock on the wooden door pulled me back to consciousness. "Come in," I said. The door opened, and a young woman stepped inside, a girl in her early twenties, with black hair and a gentle face. She wore a white robe, identical

ZANE'S POVTyler's apartment building looked worse in daylight.I stood in the parking lot staring up at the second-floor unit with the kicked-in door. Yellow caution tape across the entrance. Someone had spray-painted over the threatening message but you could still see the ghost of red letters bleeding through the white paint.(TELL US WHERE SHE IS)Hunter's approach hadn't worked. He'd come here two days ago, demanded answers, nearly gotten into a physical fight with Tyler. All it had accomplished was making Tyler shut down completely.So I was trying a different method.I'd called ahead. Asked politely if we could talk. Tyler had been suspicious but he'd agreed. Told me to meet him at a coffee shop three blocks from his destroyed apartment.I found him sitting in a corner booth, looking like he hadn't slept in days. Dark circles under his eyes. Defensive posture. Coffee cup clutched in both hands."Thanks for meeting me," I said, sliding into the seat across from him.Tyler looked

INKA'S POV "No. But I had love. Human love. And when he died, I had to let that go too." She set down the robe and looked at me. "Holding onto the past keeps you trapped, Inka. The sanctuary offers freedom. But only if you're willing to release what came before.""What if I don't want to release it?"Claire was quiet for a moment. "Then you'll never fully belong here. You'll always be torn. Half in the sanctuary, half somewhere else. That's not sustainable long-term."Her words settled heavy in my chest.Later that night, unable to sleep, I pulled the burner phone from my bag. Turned it on for the first time in two weeks.Twelve missed calls. All from numbers I recognized.Hunter. Seth. Zane.Three voicemails.I listened to the first one. Hunter's voice, desperate.*"Inka, please. Just let me explain. The baby isn't mine. Victoria's lying. I have proof. Please just call me back. Please."*Proof? What proof?I listened to the second voicemail. Seth.*"We're not giving up on finding y