All Chapters of Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter 71: Whatever comes

The word slipped out before I fully realized I'd spoken."Mom."A second later, my bedroom door opened. I stared at the ceiling and briefly wondered if she'd already been awake or if motherhood simply came with some supernatural ability to hear your child suffering from the other side of the house. She crossed the room without turning on the light, moving with the quiet certainty of someone who already knew something was wrong."What is it?" she asked softly.I pressed my hand harder against my chest. The ache sat directly behind my sternum, low and steady, spreading outward in slow waves that made breathing feel strangely deliberate. It wasn't sharp enough to frighten me, but it was persistent enough to drag me out of sleep."Nothing dangerous."Mom stopped beside the bed. Even in the darkness, I could feel the look she gave me."That's healer language."I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath."It'

Chapter 72 This isn't the first good day

Chapter Seventy-Two — Rafe POV The hotel suite is quieter than usual. Ryker is already dressed, laptop open on the dining table, coffee untouched beside him as he scans through another Council report. Ronan stands by the window with a mug in his hands, looking toward the village below. No one says much. We've all developed the habit over the past three weeks. Waiting. Watching. Pretending we aren't doing either. I check my watch. Seven forty. Ronan notices. "You've looked at that thing four times in the last minute." "I know." "You planning to wear the numbers off it?" I don't answer. Ryker doesn't look up from his laptop. "Leave her alone if she's still sick." "I'm not going to bother her." "You say that every morning." "Because it's true." Ronan glances over his shoulder. "Is it?" I meet his eyes. "I walk her to work." "You follow her to work." "I walk beside her." "Against her wishes." "Sometimes." A corner of Ronan's mouth lifts. "You know that's a terrible defens

Chapter 73: I don't have much choice.

Chapter Seventy-Three — Vivian POV Father is in his study when I knock. "Come in." His voice is calm, as if he has expected me all morning. I push the door open and step inside. The study smells faintly of cedar and old paper. Contracts cover half his desk. The fireplace burns low against the winter cold, throwing soft light across shelves filled with leather-bound ledgers and council records. Father doesn't look up immediately. He finishes signing the page in front of him, caps his fountain pen with deliberate care, then finally lifts his eyes to me. "Vivian." His gaze sweeps over my face once. "You've made a decision." I close the door behind me. "The alliance is over." He doesn't react. Not surprise. Not disappointment. Nothing. "The Blackthorn triplets aren't going to choose me." Only then does he lean back in his chair. "And you've accepted that." "I don't have much choice." "No." He folds his hands together. "You don't." For a second, neither of us speaks. Father ha

Fireeeeeee

Chapter Seventy-Four — Elara POV"You're actually eating."I glanced up from my plate. Marcus was watching me over the rim of his water glass with the kind of expression that meant he'd noticed something long before deciding to comment on it."I always eat."He gave me a look. "No," he said. "You consume enough food to convince everyone around you that you've had dinner, then spend the rest of the meal moving vegetables around your plate until somebody gives up trying to make you finish them.""I do not.""You absolutely do.""I resent how confident you sound.""That's because I've known you for years." He pointed his fork toward my plate. "Tonight you've eaten almost everything without being reminded once. That's progress.""It's pasta, Marcus.""So?""So pasta doesn't count."He laughed. "I'm fairly certain every nutrition textbook I've ever read disagrees with you."

Chapter 75: Why did they set here on fire

Chapter 75: Elara's POV I could see the smoke when before I saw the flames. One second I'm rounding the bend in the cottage road, Marcus's laughter still warm in my memory, and then the wind shifts and the smell reaches me and every instinct I have snaps awake before my brain catches up. I'm running before I decide to run. My clinic bag slams against my hip with each stride, the cold air tearing at my lungs, and then I turn the last corner and the world goes orange. One full wall of the cottage is on fire. Not a small fire. Not something you throw water on and walk away from. The left side of the building — the side with the kitchen window, the herb garden Mom planted the first spring we moved in — is engulfed. Flames race up the wooden siding in jagged lines, smoke pouring upward into the winter dark, and the heat hits me from thirty feet away like a wall. Neighbors have gathered in the road. Someone is shouting for the pack firefighters. Someone else has a bucket that isn'

We didn't know

Chapter 76: Ryker's POV The worse part of this fire wasn't even the heat, it was the smoke though the heat is significant, rolling through the building in waves, pressing against exposed skin, turning the air into something that has to be fought through rather than simply breathed. Not the noise, though the building is making sounds I recognize as structural warnings, groans and cracks that tell you the bones of a place are starting to fail. The smoke is worst because it's invisible and everywhere and it gets into your lungs whether you're trying to prevent it or not, and after about forty-five seconds inside a burning building you stop being able to fully distinguish between breathing and not breathing.We went in because we didn't know.That's the part Elara doesn't understand yet, standing outside watching the door. Mira had Landon. We could see that from the road two figures across from the cottage, one small, both upright. But the bond doesn't work like a headcount. The bond te

Oh My Sweet Elara

Chapter 77: Ronan's POV You see one thing I have learnt about Elara especially as a healer that she is , was that She doesn't Flinch.I've seen it at the clinic, through a window, in those early weeks when I was learning how to be in Silverveil without making everything worse. I'd watch her move from patient to patient and there was something in how she did it, a kind of full presence that didn't leave room for anything unnecessary. No hesitation. No wasted movement. Whatever she was carrying personally got set down at the clinic door and picked up again when she left.And she's doing it now, kneeling in the frost-covered road beside me, her hands working across my left shoulder with a confidence that does not match the tears on her face.She doesn't know she's crying. I'm nearly certain of that. Her voice is completely steady. Her hands are completely steady. Everything about her professional presentation is locked in and functioning a

Just for Healing Sake

Chapter 78: Mira's Pov The pack doctor who looked like he had the particular calm of someone who has seen everything and stopped being surprised by most of it.He works through all three of them methodically.. Ryker first, because the smoke inhalation is the most immediately concerning, then Ronan's shoulder, then Rafe's arm and I assist where I'm useful and stay out of the way where I'm not, and I watch my daughter do the same thing on the other side of the makeshift treatment area the fire service has cleared for us on the road. Elara has been in healer mode for forty minutes now and I know, because I know her, that she will stay in it for as long as there is something that needs doing, and the moment there is nothing left to do it is going to hit her all at once.Landon fell asleep against my shoulder twenty minutes ago. I have not moved because moving would wake him and he needs the sleep more than I need the feeling back in my left arm."Ronan's shoulder is a partial dislocatio

Three very obsessed men

Chapter 79: Elara's POV It didn't take much before I crossed over to their side, it takes approximately eight seconds and it is the longest eight seconds of my recent life, which is saying something given the last several weeks. The frost crunches under my feet. The fire service lights pulse blue and white around the cottage behind me. I'm aware, in the specific heightened way of someone running on adrenaline fumes, of every detail, the cold, the smell of smoke still on my coat, the way Ryker clocks me approaching before I've taken three steps and goes very still, the way Ronan stops talking mid-sentence and looks up, the way Rafe just watches, steady and unreadable and completely unsurprised.I stop in front of them.Nobody says anything for a moment."Right," I say. "Here's what's happening. The doctor said you'll heal faster with proximity to the bond. I've read the same research and he's not wrong." I keep my voice brisk and clinical because brisk and clinical is the only registe

We've got ourselves a gem

Chapter 80: Ronan's POV She's in the spare room, I've said it to myself three times since Ryker closed her door and I'm still not entirely convinced it's real. Elara is in the spare room of our hotel suite, having crossed the road from the garden wall where we were sitting and told us, in a brisk clinical voice that did not fully conceal the fact that her hands were shaking slightly, that she was coming with us for medically sensible reasons and could everyone please not make it into something.I am not making it into something.I am sitting in the living area of the suite with my arm in a sling that Elara fitted and double-checked before we got in the car, and I am watching Rafe rummage through the bathroom kit for a spare toothbrush, and I am very carefully not making it into something."Stop smiling," Rafe says, from the bathroom doorway."I'm not smiling.""You've been smiling for twenty minutes.""It's a grimace. My shoulder is in a sling.""It's not a grimace." He finds the to

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