All Chapters of Puck Destiny : A Triplet's Claim: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

SETH'S POV I was teaching the children about pack structure when I realized I hadn't seen Inka in two days. Not properly. Not the way you see someone you're bonded to. I'd glimpsed her training with Ruth. I'd heard her in conversations with Zane about strategy. I'd felt her presence through the bond like a distant hum that used to be a song. But I hadn't actually seen her. Thomas was asking me a question about Alpha hierarchy when Ana tugged my sleeve. "Where's Inka?" she asked. I didn't know. Couldn't answer. After the lesson ended, I found Sister Claire in the kitchen. "Have you seen Inka today?" I asked casually. Claire looked uncomfortable. "Training. She's always training now." "Before that?" "Medical room. She was studying something with Ruth." "And yesterday?" "Same. Training or studying or planning." Claire set down the vegetables she was chopping. "Seth, I'm worried about her. She's becoming—hard. Like she's trying to cut away the soft parts of hers

I was stacking firewood when Inka found me.Morning after talking with Zane. I could feel through the bond that something had shifted, but I wasn't expecting her to actually come find me."Hey," she said.I set down the branch I was holding. "Hey.""I owe you an apology," Inka said. "For pushing you away. For making you question whether you were good enough. For—" She stopped. "For treating your love like it was a problem to solve instead of a gift to accept."I looked at her."I'm scared," she continued. "Of the birth. Of whether I can love three people the way you deserve. Of whether I've already broken something." She sat on the pile of wood. "But I'm not scared because you're not strong enough. I'm scared because I'm realizing I actually need you and that terrifies me."I sat beside her."You don't have to be strong enough for both of us," I said. "You just have to be willing to let me be here. Even if I'm not the strongest person in the room anymore.""You are though. Just differ

INKA I thought the hardest part of this mess was over when we told Alpha Graham to let the Council vote go. I thought that by refusing to play Miranda’s game, we had bought ourselves time. I was wrong. You can outsmart a political enemy, but you can’t negotiate with the biology of a triple-bond supernatural pregnancy. It was just past two in the morning, and the sanctuary was dead quiet. Beside me, Hunter was dead to the world, one heavy Alpha arm draped protectively over my waist. Seth and Zane were asleep on the floor on mattresses they’d dragged in, refusing to be more than a few feet away from me since the call with their father. I stared at the ceiling, my breathing shallow. I held my hands up in the dark. The faint, golden glow of my Lunar Healer blood was flickering against my skin like a dying lightbulb. I felt entirely hollowed out. Every time the baby moved now, it didn’t feel like a normal kick. It felt like a literal siphon, a vacuum pulling directly from my core, dri

“Hunter, no! The silver—!” Seth’s voice screamed in my head through the pack link. I didn't care. A sound tore from my throat that didn't sound human, or even like a normal wolf. It was a guttural, demonic roar that shook the very air in the courtyard. My vision bled completely red. The bones in my face, jaw, and limbs cracked and elongated as my Alpha wolf forced a partial shift, my claws ripping through my tactical gloves and my teeth sharpening into lethal fangs. I didn't run. I launched myself forward, leaping directly into the wall of silver-fire incendiary grenades Miranda’s operatives had thrown to cut us off. White-hot agony melted the flesh on my forearms and chest as the silver-laced flames bit deep into my skin. My wolf screamed in pain, but the rage was a thousand times louder. I tore through the wall of fire, trailing smoke and burning fur, a literal monster born of ash and fury. The operative holding the weapon over Zane barely had time to look up before I hit him

The steel bunker doors groaned under the impact of another heavy blast. The screech of bending metal echoed down the stone corridor, vibrating straight through the soles of my boots."They brought a ramming device," Zane said. His voice was still rough from the silver poisoning, but his eyes were sharp. He carefully handed the quiet, gold-dusted baby back to Thaddeus, who was finally finishing up with a stable, though unconscious, Inka."They're not getting in," Hunter rumbled. He forced himself to his feet, using the wall for support. His burned forearms were still raw from the silver fire, but the sight of Zane breathing and Inka alive had given him his second wind. "Seth, secure the back. Zane, you're with me at the gate.""Hunter, you can barely stand," I said, checking the tactical knives at my belt. My own claws were blunt, my energy tank low, but the adrenaline was pumping hard enough to keep the exhaustion at bay."I'll stand long enough to rip their heads off," Hunter snapped