All Chapters of Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Iris Voss

I found her in the library.Not the Blackwood library—the one at Silver Creek Academy, hidden in the basement beneath the gymnasium. It was where the scholarship students studied, far from the polished reading rooms upstairs. The ceiling leaked. The chairs were broken. But no one from Marcus’s world ever came here.Iris was sitting at a table covered in textbooks, her dark hair falling across her face, a pencil tucked behind her ear. She looked up when I entered, and her expression shifted from surprise to concern to anger in the space of a heartbeat.What happened to your face? she demanded.I touched the bruise. It had darkened overnight, a purple bloom spreading across my cheekbone. The messenger’s mark. I had covered it with powder, but Iris saw through everything.Nothing, I said.She stood, crossed the room, and tilted my chin toward the light. Her fingers were gentle, but her eyes were fierce.This is not nothing, she said. Who did this?It does not matter.It matters to me.I

Last Updated : 2026-03-31

The Locked Room

I do not remember walking to the north corridor.The note was still in my hand, crumpled, the ink smeared where my tears had fallen. My mother had gone to the Lycan King. She had traded herself for me, just as she had traded herself for Marcus, just as she had always traded herself for survival. And I had let her. I had been so focused on my own escape that I had not seen her slipping away.The locked room stood at the end of the corridor, the heavy oak door closed. I did not know why I had come here. Perhaps because it was the only place in Blackwood Manor that held answers instead of lies. Perhaps because Cassian’s mother had also been destroyed by the bond, by this house, by the men who ruled it.I pushed the door open.The room was dark, the curtains drawn, the air thick with dust and memory. The portrait of the woman with honey eyes watched me from above the dead fireplace. Her face seemed different now—sadder, wiser, as if she understood exactly what I was feeling.I walked to t

Last Updated : 2026-03-31

What I Found

The cave smelled of earth and old fire.Lysander had led me through the mountains for hours, climbing ridges, crossing streams, moving through darkness so complete I could not see my own hands. He did not speak. He did not need to. The bond pulled me after him like a tide, and I followed because I had nowhere else to go.The cave opening was hidden behind a waterfall, the water cold against my skin as we passed through. Inside, the air was warm, lit by lanterns that cast dancing shadows on the stone walls. And there, sitting by a fire in the center of the cavern, was a woman who looked exactly like my mother.She was older, harder, her face carved by years of grief and war. But her eyes were the same—pale blue, sharp, seeing everything. She stood when I entered, and her hands trembled at her sides.Ravenna, she said. Her voice cracked. You have your father's face.I stopped ten feet from her. Lysander melted into the shadows, giving us space.You are my mother's sister, I said.She no

Last Updated : 2026-03-31

Cassian’s Warning

I woke to the sound of shouting.Lysander was already on his feet, his body blocking mine, his eyes gold. The cave was bright with morning light filtering through the waterfall, and Sera stood at the entrance, her sword drawn, her face hard.Someone is coming, she said. Wolves. Blackwood.My heart stopped. Marcus had found us.Lysander reached for the Kingslayer, but I was faster. I grabbed the hilt, and the blade sang to life, symbols blazing along the steel. My wolf surged forward, ready to fight.Sera held up her hand. Wait. There are only two of them. And they are not attacking.I moved to the cave entrance and looked out.Cassian stood at the edge of the waterfall, his clothes soaked, his eyes grey. Beside him was Theron, his chest heaving, his hands bloodied. They had fought their way through the forest to reach us. Alone. Without guards. Without Marcus.I stepped out from behind the waterfall. The cold water sprayed my face, but I did not flinch.You should not have come here,

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The Rogue Attack

The first hunter died before he hit the ground.Theron moved like fire, his claws tearing through flesh, his roar shaking the walls of the cabin. Cassian was beside him, silent and deadly, his hands closing around throats and snapping them like twigs. Lysander stayed close to me, his body a shield, his eyes watching for anyone who came too close.But I did not need a shield. Not anymore.The Kingslayer blazed in my hand, and my wolf was awake. She saw everything—the hunters' movements, their weaknesses, the fear in their eyes. I swung the blade, and it sang through the air, cutting through armor and bone like paper. Blood sprayed across my face. I did not flinch.The old man and his resistance fighters fought beside us, their weapons flashing in the firelight. The cabin became a chaos of screams and steel, of wolves shifting mid-air, of bodies falling and rising and falling again.Then the door burst open a second time, and I saw him.The rogue leader. The one who had held my mother a

Last Updated : 2026-03-31

Blood in the Forest

The night air was thick with the scent of death.I stepped out of the cabin, the Kingslayer blazing in my hand, and the rogues turned to face me. There were dozens of them, their eyes glowing in the darkness, their teeth bared. The resistance fighters were falling back, wounded, dying. The old man was on his knees, his sword broken, a rogue looming over him.I did not think. I moved.The Kingslayer sang as I swung, cutting through the rogue’s neck before he even saw me. Blood sprayed across my face, hot and thick. The old man looked up at me, his honey eyes wide.Behind me, the triplets fanned out. Cassian took the left flank, his claws tearing through fur and flesh. Theron took the right, roaring, his body shifting mid-lunge. Lysander stayed at my back, his movements precise, silent, deadly.We fought as one. The bond hummed between us, connecting our movements, our thoughts, our instincts. I did not need to look to know where Cassian was. I did not need to speak for Theron to unders

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Three Heartbeats

Consciousness returned like a tide, slow and warm.The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the heavy silence of the vault or the tense silence before battle. This was a peaceful silence, broken only by the soft crackle of a fire and the whisper of wind through stone.The second thing I noticed was the heartbeats.Three of them. Layered beneath my own like instruments in a symphony. Cassian’s, deep and steady, a drumbeat that anchored everything. Theron’s, wild and quick, a rhythm that refused to be tamed. Lysander’s, quiet and patient, a pulse that waited and watched.I opened my eyes.The ceiling was low, carved from black stone, lit by candles that flickered in iron sconces. I was lying on a bed of furs so soft they seemed to swallow me. The air smelled of smoke and herbs and something else—something that made my wolf stretch and sigh.Blood. Their blood. Mixed with mine.Cassian sat in a chair beside the bed, his head bowed, his hand wrapped around mine. His wrist was bandag

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Denial

The snow fell in silence, blanketing the mountains in white.I stood at the window of the Lycan castle's highest tower, my breath fogging the glass, my fingers pressed against the cold stone. Below, the world was a sea of grey and white, the forest invisible, the sky heavy with clouds. Three days since the king's death. Three days since the bond had woven itself into my bones. Three days since Cassian stopped looking at me.He moved through the castle like a shadow, present but untouchable. I felt him everywhere—in the dining hall, where he sat at the far end of the table; in the training yard, where he sparred with Theron without a word; in the corridor outside my room at night, his footsteps soft, his hand hovering over the door before he walked away.The bond screamed. Every moment he denied it, the bond grew louder, more insistent. It wanted him to stop running. It wanted him to come home.But Cassian had built walls higher than any I had seen, and he was hiding behind them.Thero

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Theron’s Claim

The war council lasted until midnight.Sera spread maps across the great table, marking Marcus’s positions, his supply lines, his weaknesses. Cassian listened in silence, his grey eyes cold, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Lysander asked questions—quiet, precise, each one cutting to the heart of the matter. I stood between them, the Kingslayer on my back, my wolf pacing beneath my skin.Theron said nothing.He stood apart from the group, his arms crossed, his dark hair falling across his face. His eyes were fixed on me, and only on me. The bond hummed with his attention, a low, constant thrum that had been building all day.When the council ended, Cassian touched my arm. Rest, he said. Tomorrow, we march.I nodded. But I did not go to my room.I found Theron in the training yard.The snow had stopped, and the moon was full, casting silver light across the frozen ground. Theron stood in the center of the yard, his shirt off despite the cold, his fists wrapped in leather stra

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Theron’s Claim

The army marched at dawn, but Theron pulled me aside before we joined them.His hand closed around my wrist, firm but gentle, and he led me away from the gathering troops, past the frozen fountain, into the shadow of the castle’s eastern wall. The snow had stopped, but the cold bit at my cheeks, my fingers, the exposed skin of my neck.We do not have time for this, I said.He turned to face me. His eyes were gold, his chest rising and falling with breath that steamed in the air.We have time for this, he said. Because if we die today, I need you to know something.I know, I said. You love me. You told me.He shook his head. That is not what I need you to know.He stepped closer, his body crowding mine against the stone wall. His hands framed my face, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones. The bond pulsed between us, urgent and demanding.I need you to know that I am not worthy of you, he said. I never will be. I spent weeks trying to break you, and you did not break. You grew stronger. Yo

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