All Chapters of Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Lysander’s Obsession

The celebration lasted until dawn.Lycans and wolves danced together in the great hall, their old hatreds forgotten in the wake of victory. Sera had opened the castle's wine cellars, and the ale flowed like water. Theron was at the center of it all, laughing, drinking, his arm around a scarred warrior who was teaching him a battle dance. Cassian stood by the fire, speaking with the northern pack leaders, his grey eyes calm, his posture relaxed for the first time since I had known him.I stood at the edge of the crowd, watching.Lysander was not with me. He had disappeared hours ago, slipping away when the celebration began. I had felt him go—the bond pulling, then loosening, then settling into a quiet hum that told me he was safe, just distant.I found him in the tower.The same tower where I had stood three days ago, watching the snow fall. He was at the window, his back to me, his silhouette dark against the stars. The Kingslayer was strapped to my back, but I did not need it. Not h

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The Eldest's Silence

The road to Blackwood Manor was long and white with snow.We rode at the head of the column, the four of us together, the army of wolves and Lycans stretching behind us like a river of fur and steel. Cassian had not spoken since we left the castle. He rode beside me, his grey eyes fixed on the horizon, his face a mask of stone.The bond was quiet. Not absent—never absent—but muffled, as if he had wrapped it in layers of ice. I could feel him there, steady and warm, but his thoughts were closed to me. His heart was closed.Theron noticed too. He rode on my other side, his dark hair whipping in the wind, his eyes flicking between Cassian and the road ahead.He is doing it again, Theron said, low enough that only I could hear.I know.Lysander fell back to walk beside a group of Lycan elders, giving us space. He always knew when to step back. It was his gift, his curse.I nudged my horse closer to Cassian's. The wind was cold, the snow deep, but I did not feel it. The bond kept me warm.

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My Mother’s Chains

The east wing had not changed. The same narrow corridor, the same portraits of wolves I did not recognize, the same silence that pressed against my ears like water. But I was not the same. The Kingslayer was heavy on my back, the bond pulsed in my chest, and for the first time since I arrived at Blackwood Manor, I was not afraid.My mother’s door was open.She was sitting on the window seat, her knees drawn to her chest, her face turned toward the grey light. Her hair was unwashed, her clothes wrinkled, her skin pale as snow. She looked like a ghost. She looked like she had been dying for years and had finally stopped fighting.She did not turn when I entered. She did not need to.I knew you would come, she said. Her voice was flat, empty, the voice of someone who had already said goodbye to the world.I walked to the window and sat across from her. The distance between us was small, but it felt like a chasm carved by years of silence and secrets.You have been hiding, I said.She smi

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Marcus’s Secret

The manor was silent when I returned.Dawn had broken over the forest, painting the snow gold and pink, but I had not found my mother. The rogues were gone. Marcus was gone. The forest was empty, as if they had never been there at all.Cassian was waiting in the great hall. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed, his clothes still stained with my blood from the night before. When he saw me walk through the doors alone, something in his expression crumbled.She is gone, I said. Marcus took her. I could not find them.Theron appeared behind Cassian, his jaw tight. Lysander stood at the window, his honey eyes dark.We searched the eastern forest, Theron said. There was no trace. No scent. Nothing.Lysander spoke without turning. Because he did not go east. He went north. Toward the old chapel.Cassian's hands clenched into fists. The chapel? Why would he go there?Lysander turned. His face was grim. Because that is where he kept his secrets. The ones he never wanted us to find.The old c

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The Luna's Shadow

The Heartstone's dust settled like ash over the chamber.Marcus lay at my mother's feet, his eyes still open, his chest still. The twin blade had done its work. The man who had terrorized packs, betrayed Kaelen, imprisoned my mother for twenty years—he was gone. But as I stared at his body, I felt no relief. Only a cold emptiness that seeped into my bones.Cassian pulled me to my feet. His hands were warm on my arms, grounding me. His grey eyes searched my face, looking for wounds, for shock, for anything that would tell him I was not whole.I am fine, I said.You are lying, he said. But he did not push. His arm stayed around my waist, holding me steady.My mother stood over Marcus's body, the twin blade still in her hand. Her face was pale, her eyes fixed on the man she had killed. Her hands were trembling, but her back was straight. She had done what she had to do. Twenty years of fear, finally ended.Mother, I said.She looked at me. Her eyes were wet, but she was not crying. She w

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A Threat from Outside

The mountain loomed before us, black against the grey sky, its peak lost in clouds that had not moved in centuries. The forest had fallen away miles behind, replaced by barren rock and twisted scrub that clawed at the earth like grasping fingers. The air was thin here, cold, and every breath felt like swallowing ice.Sera had given us directions before we left the cave—a map drawn from memory, the paths Kaelen had traced years ago. The grave was at the mountain's heart, she said. A hollow carved into the stone where the first Lycan king had been laid to rest, and his mate with him. The Luna's Shadow was bound to that place. Bound to her bones.We found the entrance at midday.It was not a door. It was a wound in the mountain's side, a fissure that split the rock from top to bottom, wide enough for two to walk abreast. From within, I felt the cold pressing outward, the same cold that had followed us from the vault.Cassian dismounted first. His hand went to the sword at his hip—not the

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The First Kiss

The white light swallowed everything.I could not see. I could not hear. The bond was silent, the Kingslayer gone from my hand, the ring cold on my finger. I was alone in the emptiness, floating in light that had no source and no end.Then the light faded, and I was somewhere else.A forest. Not the forest outside the mountain—this one was older, darker, the trees towering so high I could not see their tops. The air was thick with the scent of moss and rain, and the ground was soft beneath my bare feet. I was wearing a white dress, thin and simple, and my hair was loose around my shoulders.A figure stood at the edge of the trees.She was tall, her hair dark, her eyes the same honey gold as Lysander's. She wore a crown of thorns, and her face was the face from the painting in the locked room. Cassian's mother. Kaelen's mate.You are not the Luna, I said.She smiled. No. I am a memory. A warning. The Luna wanted you to see what she cannot say.She walked toward me, her feet leaving no

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Guilt and Hunger

Dawn came grey and cold, the sun hidden behind clouds that pressed low over the mountain. I woke with Theron's arm still around my waist, his breath warm on my neck, the bond humming soft and steady. For a moment, I let myself pretend. Pretend that we were not camped at the base of a mountain where a vengeful spirit waited. Pretend that the war was over, that Marcus was buried, that the future was simple.Then I opened my eyes and saw Cassian standing at the edge of the camp, his back to me, his shoulders tight. He had not slept. I could feel it in the bond—the restlessness, the guilt, the hunger he had been trying to bury.I extracted myself from Theron's arms and walked to Cassian. He did not turn when I approached. His hands were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight.You should have woken me, I said. I would have kept watch.He shook his head. I could not sleep.Because of the Luna?He was silent for a long moment. Then: Because of you.I moved to stand in front of him. His grey ey

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Cassian's Fracture

The mountain grew closer with every step, its shadow swallowing the grey sky.The horses had refused to go nearer. They stopped at the edge of the barren rock, nostrils flaring, eyes rolling, their bodies trembling. Sera said they could smell the Luna's shadow—old death and older grief, seeping from the mountain like blood from a wound. We left them with my mother and Sera. The four of us would go the rest of the way alone. The bond would protect us. The Kingslayer would light the way. The ring would shield me from the worst of her power.Or so we hoped.Cassian walked at the front, his blade drawn, his shoulders straight. But I could feel him in the bond—the tension coiling tighter with every step, the guilt still gnawing at the edges of his thoughts. He had not slept. He had barely eaten. And now he was leading us into the heart of darkness.The fissure appeared ahead, the same wound in the mountain's side where we had entered before. But the cold was worse now. The shadows were thi

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I Am Theirs

The light from the Kingslayer did not fade.It spread through the chamber like water finding its level, washing over the bones, the stone, the shadows that had clung to every corner for centuries. The Luna's form dissolved not into darkness but into something softer—golden light that swirled upward, toward the ceiling lost in shadow, toward the sky beyond the mountain. Her final sigh echoed through the chamber, not a scream of rage but a breath of relief.Cassian's arms were still around me. His heart pounded against my back, and I felt his tears on my neck. Theron pressed against my side, his breath ragged, his hand gripping my hip like he was afraid I would disappear. Lysander stood before me, his honey eyes fixed on my face, the Kingslayer's light reflecting in his irises.The last of the Luna's shadow faded. The cold was gone. The pressure on the bond lifted. The mountain exhaled.And then there was silence.I turned in Cassian's arms. His face was wet, his eyes red, but the crack

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