All Chapters of The triplets who claimed me : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Soraya's POVThe journey to the High Council Estates passed in complete silence.The carriage rolled steadily along the stone road, its wheels humming a soft, rhythmic tune against the cobblestones. No one spoke. There was nothing left to say.We had gone over our plan countless times. We knew our roles. We knew our names. One mistake could cost us everything.I sat between Lucius and Silas, while Jax perched across from us. The forged invitations rested safely inside Silas's coat, and each of us wore the colors of Frostfang.I lowered my eyes to the crimson fabric pooling across my lap.It still felt strange.Just days ago, I had worn simple clothes inside the fortress. Before that, I had spent most of my life dressed like an Omega who owned almost nothing. Now I looked like a noblewoman.A stranger.Lady Vanya of Frostfang.I quietly repeated the name in my mind.Lady Vanya.Lady Vanya.Lady Vanya.It had to become second nature. I couldn't hesitate if someone questioned me.Across

Silas POVI stood up from my chair. The Gala music played on behind me. I turned to Mira."I need some fresh air," I said.Mira gave me a small nod. She did not ask questions.I walked away from the main hall and passed through the arched doorway. The private quarters of the Estates stretched out before me. The hallway was long and dim. Torches flickered on the stone walls. The sounds of the Gala faded with each step.I reached into my pocket. My fingers touched the listening devices. There were six of them. Each one was no bigger than my thumbnail. I had spent many sleepless nights making them.The base of each device was enchanted silver. Silver held magic well. Around each silver core, I had woven threads of shadow magic. The threads were so thin that normal eyes could not see them. When activated, the shadow threads absorbed sound waves and transmitted them back to a crystal hidden in my boot. The shadow magic also made the devices invisible to search spells. No one could see them

Soraya's POVThe ballroom is alive with laughter. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light across the marble floor.To them, tonight is another celebration.To me? Another battlefield.I stand near the eastern pillars, hidden in shadow. No one sees Soraya Thorne. No one suspects the Queen stands among them.The pendant's magic protects me, but it also traps me. Every laugh, every knowing glance between nobles reminds me of what was stolen.My gaze lands on my mother.Helena Thorne.Dressed in black velvet, diamonds at her throat, she stands at the center of noblewomen as if born for a throne. She laughs softly, musical, practiced, flawless.The sight makes my stomach twist.How can she smile after everything? After watching my childhood become a parade of humiliations?Jax's words echo in my head: "She knows more than she's telling us."I've always believed that. She never defended me. Never comforted me. She simply watched.Now, I need the truth.I step away from the pillar and weave th

Soraya's POVThe ballroom had become a labyrinth of polished marble and glittering chandeliers, every surface reflecting the oblivious smiles of nobles who had no idea they were standing on the edge of annihilation.My heart hammered against my ribs.I shoved through clusters of silk and velvet, ignoring the annoyed glances and muffled complaints that trailed in my wake. Somewhere in this sea of people were the only two men I trusted to stop Leonard before the entire werewolf world collapsed into chaos."Jax," I breathed, scanning every face.Nothing.My pulse pounded louder with every passing heartbeat.Where are you?A familiar laugh cut through the noise low, warm, utterly infuriating.I turned sharply.There.Jax stood near one of the towering marble pillars, his broad shoulders relaxed as he spoke with two generals. His dark suit fit him like a second skin, the fabric stretching across his chest in a way that made several nearby noblewomen stare far too openly. His hair was art

Soyera POV The apron strings cut into my shoulders like a brand. I cinch them tighter, tuck the ends beneath the rough wool, and catch my reflection in a polished serving tray. Cheeks scrubbed clean of the faint rouge I'd allowed myself earlier. Eyes downcast in that practiced posture of someone who has learned never to meet a superior's gaze.I was once forced to kneel and serve. Now I choose it.This is beneath you. Maya's voice snarls through my mind, possessive and protective. We could tear through them all"Not yet." I adjust the tray of crystal glasses, letting their delicate clink soothe my nerves. "This is how we win."She quiets, but I feel her pacing beneath my skin, a caged beast waiting to spring. She doesn't understand strategy. She understands fury. But I've learned that fury without direction is just noise. Tonight, I need to be silent.The ballroom sprawls before me: silk and jewels, Alphas who've never known doubt and Omegas who've never known peace. Chandeliers dr