All Chapters of The Alpha’s Secret Triplets: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elena‘s POV“And who decided that?” I asked, my voice rising, thick with a sob I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed his shirt tighter, twisting the coarse fabric in my hands. “Who decided you don't get to be forgiven, Zack? Is it the mountain, or is it just your own stupid pride? You think carrying all this guilt on your own makes you strong? It doesn't. It just makes you a coward.”Zack flinched, his head tilted back slightly as if I had physically struck him. His lips parted, but no sound came out.“You spent nine years letting me believe you were a monster because it was easier for you to carry the blame than to face us,” I whispered, my chest heaving as I looked up into his icy blue eyes. “If you throw away our feelings now, if you tell me to go find some other man just so you can feel clean up here in your self-inflicted prison... then you are throwing away everything we bled for.”Zack’s eyes closed. His chest rose in a long, shuddering breath, and when he opened them again

Elena's POVThe medical library was my favorite room in the hospital. It wasn't because of the books, but it was the silence.Not the heavy, suffocating silence of the mountain after a hunt, nor the lonely silence that settled over the house after the triplets had gone to school. This silence was different; It hummed with purpose. Every shelf held decades of people trying to understand why the human body betrayed itself.It felt... hopeful.I slid another journal back into its place on the shelf, as my finger lingering over the faded gold lettering on its spine."Neuroplasticity in Acquired Motor Disorders."“Interesting.” I muttered to myself.I sighed, balancing two more textbooks against my hip before reaching for another."Looking for anything specific, Dr. Willow?"I glanced over my shoulder at Mrs. Harris, the elderly librarian."Rare neurodegenerative conditions," I answered with a smile. "Something that doesn't immediately blame everything on genetics."She chuckled. "If you

Elena’s POVNathan’s words hung in the air, it was a light, almost teasing contrast to the suffocating dread that had been squeezing my lungs.I tried to summon a professional smile, but my heart was still hammering against my ribs. "I could say the same, Dr. Hayes."Before I could say anything else, Mrs. Evans gestured toward the open door of her office. "Now that we're all here, please, come inside."Caleb stood up slowly. I watched him closely, my medical instincts overriding my anxiety for a brief second. He kept his left hand shoved deep into his uniform pocket, and his shoulder was high and tense. I could see the subtle tremor in his forearm. The phantom pain was flaring up. To Caleb's traumatized nervous system, that hand didn't feel cured; it felt like a ten-pound block of solid stone, cold, heavy, and agonizingly stiff. It was a severe nerve involvement, his brain desperately clinging to the memory of the petrification. He wasn't hiding his hand to keep people from seeing

Elena’s POVZack had told me to leave, to find someone else, to be happy. He had practically pushed me out of the pack. But the stone didn't feel like a blessing of freedom. It felt like a heavy, jealous hand resting on my shoulder."Elena?" Nathan’s voice was quiet, pulling me back to reality. "You okay? You look like you're miles away.""I'm fine," I said, offering a small, practiced smile as I set the glass down. "Just... thinking about the clinic. And the drive home.""Well, the boys seem to have negotiated a peace treaty," Nathan said, gesturing toward the other side of the table.I looked, and he was right. Leo and Caleb were huddled over Leo’s phone, arguing in low, hushed whispers about the stats of some professional basketball player. Caleb’s left hand was still in his pocket, but his posture had relaxed, and his shoulder was dropping into a more natural line."See?" Nathan murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "A little greasy diner food can cure almost anything.""I

Elena’s POVI sat down and wrapped my hands around the warm mug of tea he slid toward me. The warmth of the mug seeped into my numb fingers, and for the first time in days, my shoulders dropped."Caleb is a remarkable boy," Nathan said softly, leaning against the counter opposite me. "The way he handles that pain... it’s not normal for a fifteen-year-old. He holds it inside, like he’s trying to keep the storm from reaching anyone else.""He’s had to be strong," I said, my voice dropping to a quiet whisper. "We've... had a complicated life, Nathan.""I know," Nathan said. He looked down at his own mug, his expression turned distant, as a shadow of old grief darkened his green eyes. "I know what it’s like to watch someone you love live in pain, and feel completely helpless to stop it."I looked up. "Your wife?"Nathan nodded slowly. "Sarah. It was an aggressive form of brain cancer. I was a rising star in the neuro department, Elena." He caught himself, as a small, sad smile played on h