บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chapter 41; Ryker's POV "It's enough," the lawyer says. "To file."I look at the document stack on the hotel desk, four weeks of accumulated evidence, organized by type and date, each piece cross-referenced with the relevant Regional Council statute. Incident reports from the rogue wolf attack. Forensic analysis of the accelerant used, traceable to a supplier with direct Kane territory connections. The threatening messages, logged and timestamped. The school gate note, photographed and preserved. Witness statements from three Silverveil pack members and two of my own warriors."Walk me through the gaps," I say.My lawyer...Kael, Nightshade's best, who has been working this file remotely for four weeks and arrived in Silverveil this morning taps the third section. "The direct line from Kane to the rogue attack is circumstantial. We have the supplier connection and the territory origin of the wolves, but no order document, no direct communication. A good defense lawyer argues coincide

Chapter 43: Elara's Pov "You're stirring that counter-clockwise," Ronan says from behind me. "Does that matter?""It matters to me," I say. "Go sit down.""I'm helping.""You're narrating. That's different.""I could be narrating and helping simultaneously. I'm multitalented.""Ronan." I point the wooden spoon at the kitchen doorway. "Sit."He goes, hands raised, and I hear him drop into a chair at the table behind me, and then hear Landon immediately begin briefing him on the fort expansion plans, which have been waiting since approximately six this morning for an appropriate audience.I stir the sauce counter-clockwise and listen to my son explain load-bearing concepts to a man who built a porch railing three weeks ago and is now nodding seriously at structural diagrams drawn in a six-year-old's handwriting, and I think: *this is strange. This is the strangest thing. And it feels completely normal.*That is the part I cannot get over.*****It had been Landon's idea, obviously.Or

Chapter 45: Vivian's Pov "They had dinner together."My informant — a clinic administrator's assistant who owes my father a favor she has been working off in small useless pieces of gossip for months says it like she expects it to mean nothing to me. Like it's just another detail in the small-pack rumor mill that constitutes her entire social currency.It means everything."Where," I say."The cottage. All three of them. Plus the mother and the grandmother and the boy." She shrugs. "Apparently it's becoming a regular thing. My cousin's husband does deliveries near there, says he's seen the Nightshade vehicles parked outside the cottage at least twice a week for the last month."I sit very still in the Kane estate garden, my coffee going cold in my hands, and I let this information settle into the shape of what it actually means.A month.I had been managing this slowly, carefully, the way Father taught me to manage anything that requires patience, watching, gathering, waiting for

Chapter 47: Mira's Pov The door takes three attempts at the lock.I am in the kitchen when I hear it, the specific scrape of a key not finding the cylinder cleanly, once, twice, and then on the third try the lock turns and the door opens and closes with more force than necessary.I set down the herbs I am sorting and listen.No greeting. No "I'm home." Just footsteps in the hallway, slower than usual, and then silence... the particular silence of someone standing still in a space rather than moving through it."Elara?"Nothing.I walk to the kitchen doorway.She is standing in the hallway with her coat still on, her bag still on her shoulder, looking at nothing in particular. Her face is white... properly white, the color gone from it in a way I have only seen a handful of times in her life, the kind of white that comes from shock rather than simple distress."Elara." I move toward her. "What happened."She looks at me. It takes a moment for her eyes to focus, like she is returning f

Chapter 49: Elara's Pov I heard a knock on the door around 8pm, I know it's them before I reach the bottom of the stairs. Three sets of footsteps on the porch, I have learned the sound of them the way you learn the sound of things that matter, without deciding to. Ryker's weight evenly distributed, deliberate. Ronan slightly heavier on the right foot. Rafe barely audible at all.I stop at the bottom of the stairs.Mom appears in the kitchen doorway. She looks at me. I look at her. She steps back into the kitchen without saying anything, which is the most useful thing she could possibly do right now.I cross to the door.I put my hand on the handle.I do not open it.On the other side, Ryker knocks again... twice, measured. Not urgent. Not demanding. The knock of someone who is prepared to wait."Elara." His voice comes through the wood clearly. "I know what Vivian sent. I know what it looked like."I press my back against the door and slide down until I am sitting on the floor with