All Chapters of Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61: Ronan's Pov "There's a rumor."Elias sets his tablet on the hotel suite table with the expression he wears when he has information he would prefer not to have. I have learned to read Elias's expressions the way I have learned to read everything that matters, through repetition, through paying attention to the specific quality of his discomfort rather than just its presence.This one is bad."What rumor," Ryker says. He does not look up from his documents."The Blackthorn engagement to the Kane alpha's daughter." Elias pauses. "It's circulating through Silverveil. Started two days ago through the pack social network... market stalls, the administrative building, the clinic." Another pause. "It's gaining the kind of traction that means it has already reached most of the residential pack by now."Ryker looks up.Rafe goes very still by the window.I sit forward. "Where did it start.""We can't trace the origin precisely. It appears to have come from multiple sources simulta

Chapter 63: Mira's POVShe eats dinner, This is the first thing I notice that she sits down and actually eats, not the moving-food-around performance of the last two weeks, but genuine eating, fork to mouth, present enough in her body to be hungry. It is a small thing and I do not comment on it because commenting will make her self-conscious and she will stop. But I notice it and I noted it alongside everything else I have been filing for twenty-one days.Landon carries the dinner conversation the way he always does when the adults are quiet narrating something about a structural modification he has been considering for the fort's secondary drainage system, which apparently involves redirecting rainwater away from the rope bridge anchor points. He has sketched it in the margin of his homework. He shows me the sketch. I tell him it is thoughtful engineering. He nods, satisfied, and continues eating.Elara watches him, with the soft look she always had for him, the one she does when she

Chapter 65: Elara's Pov It's been 21 days since Viv gave me the photograph (I don't know why it's stuck to me and why I can't move on and let go of them) seven days since I started hearing the rumor, I keep counting the days, which is what no normal wolf would do .The rumor is quieting.I know this because Penda mentioned it this morning, carefully, the way she mentions things, watching my face to see if the information helps or hurts. "It's losing steam," she said. "The version going around now is vaguer than the one from last week. Nobody can find a source and nothing new has come out to sustain it."I said thank you. I meant it.Rumors without evidence collapse. I know this. I have known it since the day after Penda told me... the analytical part of me that refuses to stop running the data even when the emotional part is loudest. A real engagement would have a statement. A real commitment would have details that stayed consistent across the versions circulating. A real thing wo

Chapter 67: Elara's Pov The rumor is finally down, it is finally dead.It collapsed the way Penda said it would.... without new fuel, without a source that held up, without any corroborating detail that stayed consistent across the versions circulating. By day twenty-three it had thinned to the occasional casual mention in the clinic waiting room, the uncertain kind that means the speaker is not sure they believe it anymore. By yesterday it was gone.I noticed its absence the same way I noticed its arrival... in my body first, in the specific texture of moving through Silverveil without the weight of it pressing down from every direction. The market. The clinic. The walk home. All of it lighter than it has been in a week.The lightening brought its own complications, which I had anticipated and which arrived anyway.Because with the rumor gone there is nothing external to organize around. No new information arriving, no fresh

Chapter 69: Ronan's POV "You should not have come here." Vivian's voice is pleasant and completely unalarmed. She is sitting in the Kane estate's east sitting room when the butler shows me in, I did not give him a choice about showing me in with a book open in her lap and a cup of tea on the table beside her and the specific composure of a woman who has been expecting this visit and has prepared accordingly. I close the door behind me. "What you did," I say, "ends today." "Sit down, Ronan." She gestures to the chair across from her. "You're making the room feel aggressive." "The room should feel aggressive." I do not sit. I stand in the center of it, six foot four of controlled fury, and I look at this woman who has spent three weeks manufacturing the systematic destruction of something that was barely beginning. "You sent a photograph to her workplace. An anonymous photograph, no context, no note, designed specifically to land as something it wasn't." Vivian turns a pag