บททั้งหมดของ Puck Destiny : A Triplet's Claim: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

After breakfast, Elder Thaddeus announced work assignments."Hunter, you're with Brother Marcus in the gardens. Heavy labor. Tilling, planting, hauling soil."Hunter nodded."Seth, you're with Sister Claire. Laundry and cleaning."Seth's eyebrow twitched but he didn't argue."Zane, you're with Ruth. Medical supply inventory and organization."Zane glanced at Ruth, who looked like she'd just been sentenced to torture."Inka," Elder Thaddeus continued. "You'll continue your regular schedule. Meditation with me. Cooking lessons with Sister Leah. Time with the children.""I don't get to work with them?""No. They're here to prove themselves to the community, not just to you. You observe. You watch how they handle service, humility, contribution. You don't help them."It felt cruel. But I understood the logic.I spent the morning in meditation while Hunter sweated in the gardens. I could feel him through the bond—frustration, physical strain, determination.Brother Marcus didn't go easy on

ZANE'S POVI stood outside the kitchen door, staring at the assignment sheet in my hand.(Dinner preparation for the entire community. Menu: herb-roasted chicken, root vegetables, fresh bread, berry compote. Report to Sister Leah at 3 PM. Meal served at 6 PM.)Three hours to cook a meal I'd never made for fifteen people who'd been eating Sister Leah's excellent cooking for weeks.This was going to be a disaster.Behind me, I heard Hunter and Seth laughing in the guest quarters. They'd both finished their assignments for the day—Hunter's morning of firewood gathering and berry picking, Seth's afternoon teaching the children.Both had been humiliating failures, according to them.Now it was my turn.I pushed open the kitchen door.Sister Leah was already there, ankle propped up on a stool, ingredients laid out on the counter. She looked up when I entered."Ready to cook?""No. Absolutely not. I'm going to poison everyone.""Not with that attitude, you won't." She gestured to the ingredi

HUNTER'S POVI woke to someone shaking my shoulder."Get up. Dawn meditation starts in ten minutes."I opened my eyes. Brother Marcus stood over me, already dressed in white robes."Dawn what?""Meditation. Everyone attends. You're everyone now." He dropped a folded white robe on my chest. "Put this on. Leave your other clothes here."He left before I could argue.I sat up, looking at the robe. Plain white cotton. Simple. Nothing like the clothes I'd worn my entire life—clothes that marked me as future Alpha, as Blackwood, as someone important.Seth groaned from the other bed. "Please tell me he didn't just say meditation.""He did." Zane was already changing, practical as always. "When in Rome.""This isn't Rome. This is some kind of werewolf monastery." Seth held up his white robe like it might bite him. "Do we really have to wear these?""Elder Thaddeus said no special consideration. We follow the rules like everyone else." I stood and started changing. "That means white robes."I

INKA'S POVRuth slammed the medical kit on the table hard enough to make the bottles rattle."They've been here two days and already disrupting the entire routine." She sorted through bandages with aggressive efficiency. "Hunter came back from the forest twenty minutes late. Made everyone wait for dinner preparation. And Seth apparently told Thomas that pack wolves are stronger than sanctuary wolves. Now Thomas won't stop arguing with the twins about it.""Seth said that?" I asked."Word for word according to Thomas." Ruth shoved a bottle of antiseptic back on the shelf. "They don't understand that everything here runs on rhythm. On routine. Disrupt one thing and everything else shifts.""They're trying—""They're Alpha wolves trying to fit into a community built on equality. Those are fundamentally incompatible things." Ruth turned to face me. "How long before Hunter instinctively commands someone? How long before Zane starts reorganizing systems that don't need reorganizing? How lon

INKA'S POV Ruth burst through the kitchen door so hard it slammed against the wall. "We have a problem." Sister Leah looked up from the stove. I looked up from the vegetables I was chopping. "Alpha Graham is at the ward line. With two council members." Ruth's jaw was tight. "And he doesn't look like he came to negotiate." The kitchen went very still. I set down my knife. ** By the time we reached the main courtyard, half the sanctuary had already gathered. Sister Claire had pulled the children back toward the dormitory—I caught a glimpse of Ana's wide eyes before Claire steered her away. Brother Marcus stood near the garden entrance, expressionless but watchful. Elder Thaddeus was already at the ward line. And on the other side of it—Alpha Graham Blackwood. Taller than I remembered. Broader. His presence filled the space outside the ward line the way Alpha presence always did—like the air became heavier around him. Two men flanked him. Council members I recognized from pac