All Chapters of Triplet Alphas Want Me Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Hailey:Sometimes, trusting your gut can be so misleading. If not, tell me why this night just kept getting creepier by the minute? First, it was a dangerously reckless drive that had almost taken my life. Now, someone had stolen our ride. How were we supposed to get back to the city?The more I thought about it, the more desperate I became, but the Lycan didn't even seem to mind."Arrange your coats quickly before the driver gets too far," he ordered calmly before grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the roadside.I stared farther ahead and saw the black sports car lurching forward, its tires screaming as it sped onto the highway."What... what do we do now?" I stammered."Puny human's got nerves. Fuck," Fenrir growled under his breath.Without another word, he sprinted toward a biker who had just stopped near the overlook. The startled rider barely had time to react."I'll return it!" Fenrir shouted over his shoulder as he yanked the stunned man off the motorcycle.He spun toward

Hailey: "Come on, let's get you home," Fenrir invited, opening the luxury car for me. Getting back home was a drag. Mixed emotions clouded my judgment, thoughts of my life and the transformations it had taken. "Would you help me find the truth about my father?" I asked. He looked toward the distant lights of the pack house before answering. "You need to let it go, especially for circumstances you can't control." Before I could ask another question, he turned away. "Come on, the banquet is probably looking for you." The drive back was quiet. Neither of us mentioned my father again, neither of us mentioned the chase. The silence somehow said more than words ever could. When the car stopped outside Hallow Hades Pack House, Fenrir stepped out first and opened my door. I climbed out slowly. "Thank you for tonight," I said with a polite smile. "You're stronger than you think, Lady Hailey. I can already see you have many enemies, but I'll be there to help you whenever you n

Hailey: Yes, my eyes met someone. It was the face of someone I feared, Lena herself. Accompanied by two palace guards, her presence alone meant guests were already arriving. People I wasn't prepared for. To be honest, I wasn't sure I'd ever be prepared for them till the banquet commenced. Ten minutes later, I overheard the elders present discussing the matters of the arena with Killian and Royce. "Let the women do their thing," Royce said to Killian. "Those who are travelling from the capital will be arriving any minute. Fenir should be here soon too." Irk! Their conversation was as interesting as it could get. So I left the stairs and headed down to a section where tons of luxurious gowns were gorgeously displayed. I remember the times when I could only dream of being adorned in apparel such as this, but right now, I could purchase and wear them without even breaking a sweat. Oh, how times had changed. I was going to take one when the corner of my eye caught someone. She handl

Lucien walked me the length of the sand without hurrying.That was deliberate. He had explained it to me once, in a training yard in Silverwood with his hands on my shoulders. Speed reads as fear. If a room is hostile, take twice as long to cross it as comfort allows, and let them wait.So we took our time, and the whispers built, and I kept my chin level and my eyes forward and thought about nothing at all except the placement of my feet.Our seats were on the eastern side of the dais, close enough to the Alphas' chairs that I could hear them breathe. Of course they were. The Elders would have arranged it that way to honor the alliance, and no one alive in this pack knew what an insult they had built into the seating chart.Royce stood as we approached. His mask was already back in place, but it didn't fit properly any more. "Alpha Lucien, Luna.""Alpha Royce." Lucien pulled out my chair himself instead of letting a servant do it."You look well tonight, Luna Hailey," Killian said."

HaileyI woke up angry.That was new. Every other time I had come back from the dark in this pack it had been to fear or grief or the flat grey of nothing left to lose. This time I opened my eyes in a room full of lamplight and the first thing I felt was rage, and it was clean, and it was mine, and I could have wept with relief.My wolf stirred. Faint. Distant, like someone humming in another wing of the house.Still there."Don't move the arm."The healer was a small round woman with grey plaits and forearms like a blacksmith. She had my wrist strapped to a padded board and a poultice packed along the inside of my elbow that smelled of tar and crushed mint."How long?" My voice came out ruined."Five hours. You'll have the tremor for a week." She peeled a corner of the poultice back, looked, grunted, pressed it down. "Wolfsbane draw, refined. Not the field kind you steep in a pot. Someone paid an apothecary a great deal of money.""Would it have killed me?""On a warrior your size? N