All Chapters of MATED TO THE ALPHA TRIPLETS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hannah’s POV Something felt… wrong. Not painful. Not exactly. Just Off. I shifted slightly on the bed, staring up at the ceiling again. Sleep wouldn’t come. No matter how hard I tried. My body was tired. Exhausted, even. But my mind It wouldn’t rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt it. That strange pull. Like something was calling me. Soft. Distant. But there. I sat up slowly, pressing a hand against my chest. My heartbeat was steady. Too steady. Almost like it wasn’t reacting to anything at all. “This is weird…” I muttered under my breath. The room was quiet. Too quiet. Tianna had left hours ago after making sure I ate and took whatever herbs she brought. I told her I was fine. Again. Another lie. I swung my legs off the bed carefully, standing up. For a second, everything spun. Then settled. “I’m okay,” I whispered, more to convince myself than anything else. I walked toward the window slowly. Each step fe

Selene’s POV There it was again. I stopped walking. Completely still. The air shifted. It was subtle and also get extremely wrong My fingers curled slowly at my sides as I focused. Trying to catch it and to also understand it. This was Magic, but it wasn’t mine. A slow breath left my lips. “…so it begins.” I closed my eyes briefly, letting the energy brush against my senses. It wasn’t controlled, neither was it refined. It was raw, wild and unstable. And it was coming from her. My eyes snapped open. Sharp and Cold. “Hannah.” The name tasted bitter on my tongue. I turned slowly, walking back into my chamber. The candles flickered violently as I passed, reacting to the shift in my mood. “She survived the ritual…” I murmured. “…and now this.” That wasn’t normal. Not even close. I moved toward my table, where my herbs and vials were carefully arranged. My fingers hovered over them, but I didn’t pick anything up. Because for the firs

Selene’s POV I watched them from the balcony. Silent. Unseen. Waiting. Below me, in the grand entrance hall, Hannah clung to her mother like a child who had been lost for years. Tears streamed down her face without restraint. Her voice cracked. Her shoulders shook. And yet She smiled. That smile irritated me more than it should have. My fingers tightened slightly around the cold metal railing. So tight that the metal groaned faintly under the pressure. “How touching.” The words slipped from my lips, low and bitter. Mother and daughter reunited. Hope restored. Faith rewarded. Pathetic. I leaned slightly forward, watching as Hannah helped the weak woman toward the inner halls. Her steps were slow. Careful. Protective. Like she was afraid the woman would break if she breathed too hard. Elara Valen. The fragile human who had caused all of this trouble. If she had simply died in the human world… None of this would have happened. N

Selene’s POV The knock came just as I finished grinding the last set of herbs. Soft. Respectful. Timed perfectly. “Enter,” I said without looking up. The door opened slowly behind me. Footsteps followed. Light. Careful. Measured. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. I could already feel her presence. Weak. Fragile. Human. “Elara Valen,” I murmured, still focused on the mortar in my hand. “You finally arrived.” The scent of fear drifted toward me. Subtle. But unmistakable. “Yes…” her voice came out soft, slightly breathless. “I was told to come here.” Of course she was. Exactly as planned. I finally turned. Slowly. Deliberately. She stood near the doorway, one hand gripping the edge of the wall as if she needed support just to remain standing. Her skin looked pale. Too pale. Her shoulders slumped slightly under the weight of exhaustion. Weaker than I expected. Good. That made things easier. Behind her stood on

Hannah’s POV The palace felt different that afternoon. Quieter than usual. But not peaceful. Heavy. Like something was about to happen. I sat beside my mum’s bed, gently brushing my fingers through her hair as she slept. Her breathing was steady. Slow. But weaker than before. That alone made my chest tighten. “She needs rest,” Tianna whispered softly beside me. I nodded. “I know.” But rest didn’t stop fear. It didn’t silence the voice inside my head that kept whispering: Something is wrong. My mum stirred slightly, shifting against the pillows. I leaned closer immediately. “Mum?” Her eyes fluttered open slowly. Tired. But aware. “You’re still here,” she murmured faintly. A weak smile formed on her lips. “Of course I’m still here,” I said softly. “I’m not leaving you.” Her fingers reached for mine, squeezing gently. “You should rest too.” I shook my head. “I’m fine.” She gave me that familiar look again. The one that sai