บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s Secret Triplets: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Elena’s POV"No," I said, though I didn't believe it. "He’s an Alpha. He’s stubborn. We have to go, honey.”We found it ten minutes later; a rotted wooden frame sticking out from the side of a cliff. The air coming from the hole smelled of damp earth and ancient dust. I hesitated. Every cell in my body screamed at me not to go back underground. The last time we were in the dark, the world had collapsed. But the danger behind us was worse than anything we could face inside there."In," I whispered.We crawled into the tunnel. The wood groaned above us, but the stone held. As we moved deeper into the darkness, the sounds of the fight outside began to fade, replaced by the heavy, rhythmic dripping of water.We walked for what felt like hours, guided only by the faint, silver glow coming from Caleb’s palms. He was walking on his own now, his hand trailing along the stone walls as if he were reading a map only he could see."This way," Caleb said, pointing toward a side-tunnel that looked

Elena's POVI held Caleb against my chest, feeling his heart beat. It was steady, calm, and almost human. The silver lines on his skin had faded into faint scars, like the memory of a storm that had finally blown itself out.Across the cavern, Zack remained on his knees. He looked smaller than I had ever seen him. The Alpha light that usually radiated from his skin, that heat that could command a room or a thousand-man pack, was extinguished. He stared at his blackened, smoking palms, then up at us.His eyes were hollow. He looked like a king who had reached for a crown and found only a handful of ash."It's gone," Zack whispered. His voice didn't echo. It just fell flat against the damp floor. "The bond… the line. I can't... I can't feel them, Elena."I looked at Colin and Cindy, who were clinging to my arms. They were looking at their father not with the awe they used to have, but with a wary, distant pity. The "Alpha's Heirs" were gone. These were just children now, and Zack was ju

Nate’s POV The passenger door of the black sedan opened. A man stepped out. He was wearing a sharp, charcoal-colored suit and a pair of designer glasses. He looked like a lawyer or a CEO, but as he stepped into the light of the streetlamp, I saw the way he moved. He moved like a predator. "Nathaniel!" the man called out, his voice was amplified by a small device on his suit. "You really shouldn't have led us to the nest. We were perfectly happy letting you wander the wilderness, but this... this is a gold mine." I felt the old rage stir in my chest; the ghost of the wolf clawing at the bars of its cage. I looked at Elena. I saw the fear in her eyes, the same fear she had carried nine years ago. I had brought the monster back to her doorstep. "Go inside," I said, stepping in front of her. "Elena, take the kids and go inside. Lock the doors." "We're not running again, Zack," Elena snapped. She didn't go inside. Instead, she stepped up beside me. Colin dropped his football and move

Elena’s POV"They don't hate you, honey," I said, going to him and rubbing his shoulders. "They’re just scared. We all are."I looked at Zack. He was standing by the window, watching Colin pedal furiously down the street. He looked like a man who had finally found his home, only to realize he was the match that was going to burn it down."You can stay in the guest room tonight," I said, my voice weary. "But tomorrow, Nathaniel... tomorrow we figure out exactly what this 'storm' is. And if it turns out you’re the reason behind all this, you’re leaving. I won't let you sink this ship just because you want to be on it."Zack nodded. "I understand."As I cleared the table, Caleb caught my hand. His eyes weren't brown anymore. They were two swirling pools of silver and gold, reflecting a sky I couldn't see."Mom?""Yeah, Caleb?""The math test?""What about it?""Tell Cindy the answer to number twelve is forty-two.",..The house was quiet, save for the muffled sounds of an argument upstai

Zack’s POVThe old quarry was a rough spot, a reminder of what happens when men take too much from the earth. A massive, oscillating rig was hammered into the floor, sending visible ripples of grey dust into the air with every pulse.But it wasn't the machinery that made my blood run cold. It was the guards."Those aren't wolves," Colin whispered, his copper-veined hands clenching into fists.He was right. They were hulking, grey-skinned shapes pacing the perimeter of the rig. From a distance, they looked like the High-Pack warriors of the old days, but as we drew closer, the wrongness became undeniable. Their fur was patchy, missing in spots where chrome ports and glowing fiber-optic cables were stitched directly into their muscle. Their eyes flickered with a cold, digital red."Synthetics," I hissed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "They’ve taken the genetic markers of the Silver-Crest and fused them with technology.""They don't have a heartbeat," Cindy whispered, her head til