All Chapters of The triplets who claimed me : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72Jax’s POV"You absolute idiot," I snapped at Silas. I leaned forward, the guards violently jerking my chains back, but I didn't break my stare from the back of Silas's head. "You had to be the hero, didn't you? You and your pathetic, half-baked little plan. We all would have made it out alive!"Silas stopped dead in his tracks, his shoulders tense. He whipped his head around, his amber eyes blazing."If you had just stayed in the valley where you were fucking meant to, it would have worked!" Silas yelled back, his voice cracking as a guard slammed the butt of a rifle into his ribs to keep him moving. He gasped for air but kept shouting over his shoulder. "I had it under control, Jax! But you two had to storm the castle like brainless beasts and ruin everything!""It wasn't working?!" Lucius barked from behind me, his silver eyes flashing in the dim, fluorescent light of the sub-level. "Soraya is dying?!That made everywhere calm.Silas blinked like he hadn't heard correctly

ChapterSoraya's POVThe heavy front door of the cottage clicked open, and the freezing rain swept into the living room before Jax, Lucius, and Silas stepped inside. John didn’t follow them; his muffled voice called out from the porch, saying he was going to stay outside to keep watch on the perimeter.The moment they walked in Jax marched straight over to me, wrapping his heavy arms around my shoulders and pulling me into a fierce, silent hug. I buried my face in his wet jacket, feeling the rapid, chaotic beat of his heart. Lucius and Silas locked the door behind them, their faces completely hollowed out by pure exhaustion.As Jax pulled back, my eyes immediately dropped to his throat. Then I looked at Lucius, and then Silas."Your necks," I whispered, reaching out to touch the smooth skin on Jax’s collarbone.The raised, calloused tissue of their triplet pack mark was completely gone. The skin was entirely unblemished."The weapon’s pulse," Lucius explained, his voice rough as he dr

Chapter 76Soyera's povThe act is over , Matthew said , crossing his arms over his chest , it's time we actually speak for you to know who I am really.I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. Jax kept his rifle raised, his body a rigid wall between me and the man who claimed to be his brother. But the way Matthew stood there, so utterly calm, so devoid of the arrogance he had worn like a mask in the city… it made my skin crawl."Then talk," Silas spat, his amber eyes blazing. "Tell us who the hell you really are, because right now, all I see is a monster wearing our bloodline."Matthew's lips curved into a slow, humorless smile. He walked further into the room, his boots heavy against the creaking floorboards, and stopped directly in front of the fireplace. The flames cast jagged shadows across the scars on his face. He reached out, touching the cold stone of the mantel, his fingers tracing a groove in the rock as if he remembered carving it himself."I told you I wa

Chapter 78Soraya's POVThe rain had stopped during the night. Now the sky was clear and bitterly cold. I stood on the frozen balcony of the fortress, looking out at the distant glow of the High Council Estates. The lights flickered on the horizon like small, cold stars. They looked peaceful from here. But I knew better. Behind those walls, enemies were plotting. Leonard was planning. Matthew. Whatever name he used.Three days had passed since the cabin. Three days since Matthew injected me with the black poison. Three days since I learned the truth about who he really was. The original creator of the Blackwood Blood Curse. The one who had been denied the title of Alpha centuries ago. The one who had been funding my father's experiments. The one who wanted to destroy every Blackwood left.My body was still weak. The paralysis was gone, but my muscles ached with every step. Walking took effort. Standing took effort. Everything took effort. But I was alive. The Queen's power had saved

Soraya's POVThe bedroom was quiet. Only the soft sound of fabric moving broke the silence as the elderly seamstress walked around me one last time. "Stand still, my lady," she said. I smiled apologetically and stopped moving. She tugged gently at the sleeve before smoothing the front of my gown. After a few seconds, she stepped back and looked me over from head to toe. "There." She nodded to herself. "It fits perfectly."I slowly turned toward the large mirror standing against the wall. The woman staring back at me didn't look familiar. For a long moment, I simply stood there, unable to look away. The gown was a deep crimson, the color of Frostfang nobility. The rich fabric hugged my body before falling gracefully to the floor. Silver thread had been embroidered around the neckline and sleeves, forming delicate snowflake patterns that caught the light whenever I moved. My dark hair had been pinned back neatly, with only a few loose strands framing my face. Even my posture looke