All Chapters of The Triplets' Silent Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kael's POVThe movement in the trees wasn't my imagination.Ayla had seen it too—I'd caught the moment her eyes found it, the way her hand had pressed harder against the glass. She knew. She just didn't know what it meant yet.I didn't tell my brothers. If I had, Ryker would have been through the door and into the tree line before I finished the sentence, and whoever was out there would simply disappear the way they always did. They were too practiced at it. Too patient."This isn't connected to the photos," Fenrir said. "This is something else entirely."I agreed. Whatever was circling us wasn't a jealous teenage girl working out a grudge. It moved differently. It thought ahead. It knew how to be seen only when it chose to be and how to vanish before anyone could respond.That wasn't desperation. That was strategy.Ryker didn't question the cabin decision—he was already moving before I'd finished speaking, pulling out con

Kael's POVThe storm stopped sometime during the night.I noticed the silence before I noticed anything else—the absence of wind against the cabin walls, the stillness where there had been constant movement for hours. I stood on the porch in the early grey light and looked at what it had left behind.The valley was buried. Every surface was covered, every angle softened; the world was reduced to white and shadow and the dark lines of trees disappearing into the distance.Fenrir watched the tree line through my eyes, his attention methodical. "It's quiet today.""Too quiet?" I asked.He considered it properly before answering. "No. Just winter."For once, I almost believed that.Inside, Ryker was still asleep on the sofa beneath a blanket he had clearly stolen from Soren at some point during the night. Soren had noticed. He hadn't acted on it yet, which meant he was either being generous or saving it for the right moment.

Ayla's POVThe walk back from the lake felt warmer than it should have.Ryker had been complaining since we left the water's edge, dragging the fishing gear behind him with the energy of someone who had genuinely suffered."I almost died," he said, for the fifth time."You were standing in waist-deep water," Soren said."It was freezing.""You deserved it."Ryker pointed at him. "You laughed.""You screamed.""I did not scream."Kael walked ahead carrying most of the fish without comment, entirely removed from the argument the way he always was when he'd decided it wasn't worth entering.Tala hummed softly. "This feels nice."She was right, and I was slowly running out of ways to argue with that.The cabin wrapped warmth around us the moment we pushed through the door. Snow melted from our boots, smoke and cedar were thick in the air, and the fire was still going from the morning.Ryker

Ayla’s POVI knew I was in trouble the moment a wave of heat crashed over me, and Kael’s scent of sandalwood filled the air. My thoughts became foggy—barely my own.All I wanted was release from the excruciating ache between my legs.I tried to focus on what Kael said, but his words slipped through my mind like mist.“Kael was trying to explain that you had three choices,” Tala said. “You needed to pick one.”“What choices?” I managed to ask.“One, get marked. Two, mate with your mates. Or three, suffer alone through the aching pain.”“No option four?” I bit down hard as another wave hit me.“No, we were too far from any witches or doctors to give you something—”“That’s too bad,” I said dryly. “I wasn’t ready to be marked…”Tala chuckled. “He wasn’t going to mark y

Ayla's POVThe door didn't close as hard as I wanted it to.That somehow made it worse.I slid down it until I was sitting on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, staring at nothing while my heart hammered and my face burned. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, and I hated that — hated that one argument downstairs could reduce me to this. Hated that my first instinct was still to run even when I had nowhere better to go."You didn't run," Tala said."I absolutely ran," I snapped."You retreated strategically.""That's the same thing.""It's debatable," she said, entirely unbothered by my tone.I pressed my forehead to my knees and stayed there, breathing.The bond was pulsing in three directions at once—tangled, raw, and aching in a way I didn't have language for. I could feel all of them through it. The hurt. The anger. The guilt sitting underneath both of those things that they still hadn't learned to ca