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All Chapters of Tribrid : Rejected By One, Claimed By Four: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Rogue Tracking

POV: Cade Merrick By the time the first light started pushing through the trees, I was already six hundred yards from the Ironveil estate. I had chosen the position carefully. A thick group of trees covered my back, while the slope in front gave me a clear view of the estate without exposing my location. From there, I could see the main entrance, the outer walls, several windows, and most of the upper balconies. It wasn't close enough for anyone inside to notice me easily, but it was close enough for my rifle to do its job. I dropped my pack onto the ground and began setting up. The sniper perch didn't look like much when I was finished. A small gap between the trees, a rifle resting on a steady support, spare ammunition within reach, thermal optics, and enough supplies to keep me there for hours. I covered the exposed parts with branches and leaves until there was almost nothing to see from a distance. I had done this hundreds of times. Find a position, check the wind, che

Shadow Guardian

POV: Aria Frost Dusk had settled over Ironveil by the time I stepped onto the balcony of the master suite. The air was cooler than it had been earlier, and the estate below was slowly disappearing into shadows as the last light faded behind the trees. I rested my hands against the balcony railing and looked across the grounds, trying to clear my head, but something felt different. I couldn't explain it at first. There was no obvious movement around the estate, no strange sound coming from the forest, nothing that should have made me suspicious. Yet the back of my neck prickled, and every instinct inside me became alert. Someone was watching me. I stayed still, letting my senses settle instead of reacting immediately. Normally, that realization would have made me reach for my magic or turn toward the threat, but this didn't feel like a threat. My wolf wasn't growling, my vampire instincts weren't screaming for blood, and even the strange magical pulse beneath my skin remaine

The Bite Discovery

POV: BRECKEN HOLT The door hadn't even clicked fully shut before my temper snapped. I had been trying to keep myself calm since we returned to the fortress, but the moment that door closed behind us, whatever control I had left disappeared. Something was wrong. I could feel it before I even turned around to look at Aria, and my wolf felt it too. He had been restless ever since we stepped inside, but now he was no longer pacing quietly in the back of my mind. He was pushing against me, demanding that I find out what had happened. My beast was clawing at the back of my ribs, pacing, snarling, demanding blood. The whole fortress smelled wrong. Aria's sweet amber scent that usually filled my territory was completely covered by something else. Something old and wrong that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I had smelled vampires before. I knew what their presence did to a room, but this was different because it wasn't just the smell of one passing through my territory. It was

The Territorial Scent Marking

POV Aria Frost The door closed behind us, and I heard the lock click into place. My heart was beating so fast that I could feel it in my throat. Without my daily herbal decoction, my senses had become too much. Every small sound reached me at once, from the floor beneath my feet to the guards moving outside the room, and the smell of the night air coming through the balcony. But beneath all of it, I could still smell Lucian on my skin. His scent was mixed with mine around my collarbone, and I knew exactly what Brecken would think when he noticed it. Brecken stood between me and the door. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as he stared at me. His shoulders blocked most of the moonlight coming through the balcony, and his amber eyes had changed. They weren't just glowing anymore. His wolf was too close to the surface, and I could see it in the way he looked at me. "Brecken," I said, stepping back until my back touched the wardrobe. My voice came out rough

Volatile Tension

Pov Aria Frost The pain of his fangs leaving my skin was replaced by a burning heat that spread through my body. It wasn't just on the surface. The claim mark Brecken had carved into my collarbone suddenly burned, sending heat through my neck, straight to my heart, before spreading through the rest of my body. My lungs tightened. A rough gasp escaped my throat as the sudden rush overwhelmed me, and my knees gave way beneath me. I didn't hit the stone floor. Brecken caught me before I could fall, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist and pulling me against his chest. "I've got you," he rumbled, his voice low against my ear. "I've got you, little wolf." My hands moved on instinct. Claws pushed from my fingertips and dug through the leather of his vest, tearing into the material and sinking into his shoulders. I wasn't trying to push him away. God help me, I was holding on because my legs could barely support me. My nails drew blood, but Brecken didn't even flinc

The Magic Destabilization

POV : ARIA FROST The heat in my core didn't settle. It changed into something else. Brecken's breath was still hot against my ear, and his large hand was still resting on my hip when a sudden, sickening pain hit me deep in the chest. It was as if someone had shoved a hot iron rod into my body and left it there to burn through me. I froze. The shallow breaths I had been taking stopped, and I couldn't seem to draw in another one. "Aria?" Brecken's voice changed. The hunger in it disappeared, replaced by concern as he felt my body go stiff in his arms. His amber eyes searched my face, and his brows drew together. "Aria, look at me." I couldn't look at him. I couldn't move. Something was happening inside my blood. Three different parts of me were fighting each other, and I couldn't stop them. Lucian's vampire blood, carrying the power of eight hundred years, was surging through my veins and fighting to take control of my body. Brecken's golden bite burned on my collarbone, se

Soren's Missing

POV : Soren Blackthorn Silence was something I had learned to live with over three hundred years. Deep beneath the Whispering Mountains, inside the Blackthorn Coven Sanctuary, everything moved at its own pace. Tall shelves of dark mahogany reached toward the stone ceiling, filled with thousands of old grimoires, ancestral scrolls, and bottles containing different kinds of magical essences. The only light came from floating glass spheres filled with blue witch-fire, their glow spreading across the quiet library. I stood before the obsidian altar at the centre of the room, my long black robes embroidered with silver runes falling around my leather boots. On the altar sat the Scrying Bowl of the First Coven. It was a large vessel carved from a single piece of dark obsidian and filled with silvered blood-water. For twenty-two years, the liquid inside had remained still. Not even the slightest ripple had disturbed its surface. Until tonight. I leaned forward and rested my fingerti

Soren's Arrival

POV: Soren Blackthorn The portal closed behind me with a quiet sound, sealing the way back to my library. I stepped onto the broken, smoking stone of what had once been the Alpha's master suite. The air was heavy with smoke and the smell of burnt stone and melted silver. Half the floor had collapsed into the courtyard below, and the night wind blew through the huge hole where the outer wall had stood, carrying ashes and burning pieces of wood into the darkness. The destruction was hard to ignore. It was wild and brutal, but the power behind it was undeniable. Aria Frost lay in the middle of the crater. Her body shook violently against the cracked stone. She was trapped in the middle of her own magical storm, her limbs trembling as black and deep violet lightning shot from her skin in all directions. The energy had nowhere to go. Her three natures were fighting each other, and the longer it continued, the more damage it did to her body. Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from the

The Prophecy Scroll Exposed

SOREN BLACKTHORN The smell of my burning flesh filled my nose as the black lightning coming off her body dug deeper into my palm. I ignored the pain. It was just a physical reaction, something I could put aside and deal with later. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the way her heart was beating beneath my hand. Thump-thump-thump. Her pulse was racing at three times the normal human rate. Her First-Coven witch core was expanding too fast, like a dying star trapped inside a body that wasn't ready to contain its power. "Breathe, little witch," I murmured, keeping my voice calm. I closed my eyes and drew on three hundred years of magical training. I opened my coven reserves, reaching deep into the vast store of High Warlock magic within me, and created a direct link between our cores. I wasn't going to fight her power. Trying to stop it by force would only make things worse. I needed to give it somewhere to go. So I began drawing the excess magic out of her. A surge of r

Four Anchors Revealed

Aria Frost Cold wind blew through the broken walls of the upper wing, carrying the smell of burnt wood and the remains of the magic that had nearly destroyed the fortress. Alarm horns sounded outside, warning everyone in Ironveil about the damage. Yet nobody inside Brecken's ruined suite seemed interested in the noise. All eyes were on the scroll lying between us. The red light coming from the ancient parchment spread across the broken floor, making the shadows around us look even worse. Soren knelt beside it, his dark robes brushing against the soot as he examined the strange writing. "Listen carefully," he said. His voice was deep, and the words he read seemed to carry their own power. "'When the moon of the rejected turns to blood, the hidden vessel shall shatter her chains. Three natures, Wolf, Vampire, Witch, shall ignite within a single chest. Unbound, her core shall burn the realms to ash. Bound, she shall rewrite the crowns.'" Brecken moved closer to the scroll. His eyes

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