Alle Kapitel von Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 147

The spring came slowly, reluctantly, as if the winter was not ready to release its grip on the world. But it came. The snow melted, revealing the green shoots beneath. The river thawed, its waters rushing free. The birds returned, their songs filling the air with a joy that had been absent for months. The pack emerged from the manor, blinking in the warm light, their faces lifted toward the sun. The children ran through the courtyard, their laughter bright and carefree. The old wolves sat on the steps, their weathered faces turned toward the warmth. The warriors lowered their blades, their shoulders relaxing.And on the first day of true spring, I went into labor.Cassian was at my side before I could call his name. He had been in the training yard, his blade singing against Theron's, the clash of steel echoing off the ancient stones. But he had felt the shift in the bond—the sudden, sharp pain, the rush of heat, the unmistakable sign that our child was ready to enter the world. He dr

The autumn came golden and slow.The leaves turned, painting the forest in shades of red and orange and deep, burning gold. The air grew crisp, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and apples and the distant promise of winter. The pack gathered the harvest, stored the grain, prepared for the cold that would come. The fields were stripped, the cellars filled, the walls reinforced. There was work to be done, but there was also time. Time to sit by the fire. Time to tell stories. Time to be together.I spent my mornings in the nursery, watching Kaelen grow. He was a year old now, his grey eyes bright, his laughter loud. He walked on two legs and ran on four. He was a child of the pack, loved by all, protected by all. He followed his fathers everywhere, learning, watching, growing.Cassian taught him to fight. He would take him to the training yard, show him how to hold a wooden sword, how to stand, how to strike. His patience was endless, his voice steady. He was the father he had never had.

The spring came again, as it always did.The snow melted, revealing the green shoots beneath. The river thawed, its waters rushing free, carrying away the last remnants of winter. The birds returned, their songs filling the air with joy. The pack emerged from the long winter, their faces lifted toward the sun, their hearts full of hope. The children ran through the courtyard, their laughter bright, their feet splashing in the melting snow. The old wolves sat on the steps, their weathered faces turned toward the warmth. The warriors lowered their blades, their shoulders relaxing.Kaelen was three years old now. He ran through the corridors with the other pups, his laughter echoing off the stone. His grey eyes were bright, his small body strong. He had grown into a wolf, fierce and brave and full of wonder. He shifted at will, his grey fur blending with the shadows, his small paws silent on the cold floors. He was learning to track, to hunt, to fight. He was growing into the wolf he was

The autumn came golden and full.The leaves turned, painting the forest in shades of red and orange and deep, burning gold. The air grew crisp, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and apples and the distant promise of winter. The pack gathered the harvest, stored the grain, prepared for the cold that would come. The fields were stripped, the cellars filled, the walls reinforced. The children ran through the fallen leaves, their laughter bright, their voices echoing off the ancient stones.But this autumn was different.The alphas of the northern and eastern packs had sent word. They were coming to Blackwood. They wanted to meet the hybrid's son. They wanted to see the future of the bloodline. They wanted to know if the peace would hold. They had heard stories of Kaelen, of his strength, his courage, his first hunt. They wanted to see for themselves if the heir was worthy.I stood on the balcony, watching the forest. The leaves fell like golden rain, drifting down to cover the earth. The b