บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 1“You belong to us tonight, little omega. Try not to scream too loudly.”The words still burned in my ears as I shoved open the heavy oak door of our small cottage, the night air clinging to my skin like a second, filthy layer. My legs trembled with every step, thighs aching, core throbbing with a sickening mix of lingering pleasure and raw violation. I could still smell them on me—dark cedar, smoked whiskey, and that sharp, electric storm scent that screamed power. Their scents had wrapped around me like chains while they took turns, growling promises they never meant to keep.I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, chest heaving. A broken sob tore from my throat before I could stop it.“Elara?” My mother’s voice cut through the dim hallway light. She appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel, her healer’s scrubs still on from the long shift at the clinic. Her eyes widened the moment she saw my face. “Goddess, what happened to you?”

Chapter 3“Take it back!” Landon’s furious shout cracked through the air the second I stepped into the principal’s office. My son stood rigid in the center of the room, small fists clenched at his sides, blood smeared across his knuckles and a fresh bruise blooming on his cheekbone. Opposite him, a larger boy—maybe eight or nine—sat cradling his bleeding nose while his father, Alpha Victor Kane, loomed like a storm cloud in an expensive tailored suit.My heart slammed against my ribs as I rushed forward, dropping to my knees in front of Landon. “Sweetheart, what happened?” I touched his chin gently, tilting his face toward the light. The bruise was already darkening. Protective fury roared through my veins, hot and primal, even if my wolf had never awakened.“He started it!” Landon jabbed a finger at the other boy. “Jax called me a worthless, fatherless mutt. Said we’re so poor my mom has to spread her legs for scraps at the clinic just to feed me. He said I shouldn’t even exist!”T

Chapter 5Ryker’s POV The scent of her still clung to the inside of my nose like smoke after a wildfire—sweet wild honey, soft vanilla, and that faint trace of defiance that had always driven me insane. Six years, and one accidental collision in a school hallway had ripped open every scar I’d tried to bury.I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of the Alpha Suite in Silverveil’s finest hotel, staring out at the rain-lashed forest. My brothers were behind me. The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.“She has a kid,” I said, voice low and rough. My fingers tightened around the crystal glass of whiskey until I heard the glass creak. “A boy. Roughly six years old.”Ronan paced near the marble fireplace, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Don’t need to be a genius to do the math, brother. He smelled like us. Faint, but there. Like diluted storm and cedar.” His usual playful tone was gone, replaced by something sharp and restless.Rafe sat motionless in the leather arm

Chapter 7 The heavy wooden door slammed shut with a force that vibrated through the entire cottage, rattling the old frames and sending a small cloud of dust drifting down from the ceiling beams. I pressed my back against it, my entire body trembling as if I’d just run for miles through the forest. My chest heaved with ragged breaths, each one burning like fire in my lungs. The mate bond, that cruel, unrelenting force I thought I had buried six years ago was screaming inside me now, clawing at my ribs, pulling me violently toward the three alphas still standing on the other side of the door. Their scents had already seeped through the cracks like smoke, the rich cedar and frost from Ryker, warm whiskey and spice from Ronan, deep storm-rain and leather from Rafe. The combination wrapped around me like invisible chains, making my knees buckle and my eyes sting with hot, furious tears. “Elara.” Ryker’s voice came through the thick wood, low and commanding, the same tone that had once m

Chapter 9 Ryker’s POV I slammed the hotel suite door behind us so hard the frame cracked. The sound echoed through the luxurious room like a gunshot, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside my chest. I paced the length of the living area, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles had turned white. The scent of Elara still clung to my clothes from that brief, explosive encounter at her cottage, wild honey, fresh rain, and that underlying sweetness that had haunted my dreams for six fucking years. Ronan threw himself onto the massive leather couch, running both hands through his messy dark hair. “Goddess above… she has our son. A six-year-old boy who looks just like us. And she slammed the door in our faces like we were rogues.” Rafe leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the forest, arms crossed over his broad chest. He hadn’t said a word since we left her cottage. Typical Rafe always silent, brooding, letting everything fester inside until it exploded. I