All Chapters of Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Night That Changed It All

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 2: Who is my Father

Chapter 2“Mom… why doesn’t my dad want me?”The question hit me like a silver bullet to the chest. I froze in the middle of chopping vegetables, the knife hovering above the cutting board as my six-year-old son, Landon, stood in the doorway of our cozy kitchen, his small backpack still slung over one shoulder and his uniform shirt untucked. His big hazel eyes—eyes that carried faint traces of the three monsters who had fathered him—locked onto mine with heartbreaking innocence.I set the knife down slowly, buying myself a second so my hands would stop shaking. Six years. Six years of building walls, of learning to breathe without the constant ache of a shattered mate bond, and one simple question from my child threatened to tear everything down.“Landon, sweetheart…” My voice came out rougher than I wanted. I wiped my hands on my apron and crossed the small kitchen, crouching down to his level. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the lace curtains of my grandmother’s old cot

Chapter 3: They are back?

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 4: It can't be

Chapter 4“Mom, please… just keep walking.”My voice came out as a broken whisper, barely audible even to my own ears. Landon’s small hand felt impossibly fragile in mine, his fingers sticky from the dried blood on his knuckles. I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to meet any of their gazes again, even though I could feel the weight of three alpha stares burning into my skin like brands.For one terrifying second, none of them moved. The hallway seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with their combined scent, cedar, storm, and smoked whiskey, threatening to pull me under. My body betrayed me with a shiver that started at the base of my spine and traveled upward. The dormant mate bond thrummed painfully, like an old wound ripped open.Ryker’s jaw tightened. Ronan’s usual smirk had vanished completely, replaced by something raw and dangerous. Rafe’s dark eyes flicked once more to Landon, narrowing with unspoken questions that made my stomach twist violently.Then, miraculo

Chapter 5: Our lost one

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 6: We need to talk.

Chapter 6“Mom, I don’t want to go back if they’re just going to make me say sorry for something I didn’t start.”Landon’s voice was small but edged with frustration as I helped him into his school uniform. My fingers paused on the buttons of his shirt, the bruise on his cheek still faintly visible despite Mira’s healing salve. The morning light filtering through the cottage windows felt too bright, too normal, for the storm still raging inside my chest.I knelt in front of him, smoothing down his collar with hands that refused to stop trembling. “I know, baby. But we have to try. Maybe the principal has come to his senses overnight.”Even as I said the words, I didn’t believe them. The memory of yesterday’s hallway encounter with the triplets still burned behind my eyes, their scents, their stares, the way the mate bond had clawed its way back to life like a living thing. I had barely slept, tossing and turning while phantom touches ghosted over my skin.Mom had already left for an e

CHAPTER 7: I won't allow them take him

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 8: Starting early, brother

Chapter 8 The next morning dawned too bright and too quiet. I stood at the kitchen window, nursing a cup of strong herbal tea Mom had pressed into my hands before she left for her shift at the clinic. The forest beyond the cottage looked peaceful, birds flitting between branches, sunlight filtering through the leaves. But peace felt like a lie now. Every shadow made my pulse spike. Every rustle of wind carried the ghost of their scents. Landon sat at the table behind me, pushing his oatmeal around with his spoon, the wooden wolf carving from last night sitting proudly beside his bowl. He hadn’t asked about the “big men” again, but I could see the questions lingering in his eyes. “Mom,” he said suddenly, voice small. “If those men come back… I’ll really protect you this time. Like I said.” My heart clenched so hard it hurt. I turned and crossed to him, pulling him into a tight hug. “You are so brave, my love. But you don’t have to protect me. That’s my job.” He hugged me back fier

Chapter 9: How sure are you that he is ours?

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

Chapter 10: I never planned to come

Chapter 10 Ronan’s POV I couldn’t sleep. The hotel suite felt too big, too empty, too quiet after the chaos of the day. I stood on the private balcony overlooking the moonlit forest, a glass of whiskey dangling from my fingers. The cool night air did nothing to calm the fire in my blood. Elara’s face kept flashing behind my eyes — those hazel eyes filled with pain and fury, the way she had shielded our son like we were predators. Our son. The thought sent a strange mix of pride and guilt twisting through me. A six-year-old boy who had looked us in the eye and declared he would protect his mother. He had our blood. No doubt about it. But the way Elara had spoken to us… Goddess, the venom in her voice still stung. I took another sip, letting the whiskey burn down my throat. Ryker wanted strategy, control, plans. Rafe wanted quiet actions and patience. Me? I wanted *her*. Now. I couldn’t wait for the three of us to slowly “prove ourselves” while she kept slamming doors in our

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