All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Triplets: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

"Stay behind the perimeter line, Sandra, before the enforcers break your legs," Gali grunted, his dark wolf tail lashing behind him as he shoved past me into the dimly lit hallway of Blackmoor Crescent Keep.My claws twitched inside my gloves. "Touch me again, Blackmoor, and I will tear the fur right off your spine."He turned, his glowing golden eyes narrowing as he glared down at me. "You do not dictate terms inside my pack's domain. Your foster parents sold your bloodline rights to the elders, which makes you a guest on sufferance. Remember your place."I bared my fangs, the iron taste of raw rage filling my mouth as I glared back at the ruthless Alpha. The cold mountain air of Frostfang Hollow whipped through the open iron gates, carrying the thick, metallic scent of fresh blood and wet fur. Before dawn could even hint at its arrival, the glowing crystal lamps outside were a dim, flickering glow against the pervasive, suffocating darkness that hung over the territory.Upstairs in

The bitter wind of Myhill Crest Hall whips my hair across my face as the dark armored transport grinds to a halt at the edge of the jagged cliffside. I step out onto the frost-crusted soil of Frostfang Hollow, my senses flooding with the rich, heavy scent of damp pine, old earth, and the faint, sweet perfume of enchanted winter-bloom swaying beneath an ancient, gnarled oak tree.A low waterfall thunders in the distance, cascading over sharp rock ledges down to the pebbled bank below. On a carved stone table under the branches sits a bronze hearth-brazier, crackling with heat as sweet roots, wild nuts, and roasted flesh sizzle on the grate beside a steaming pot of spiced black-leaf brew. Soft fur pelts are draped over the stone benches, insulating them against the bite of the mountain frost.My wolf stirs beneath my skin, purring at the warmth radiating from the small sanctuary. "How are these flowers blooming in the dead of winter? Is someone using blood-magic to keep them alive? What

He never intended to start a bloodbath, but hearing Sade brag about how she paid two hundred silver pieces to have Sandra's transport ambushed had snapped his sanity.Now, looking at my stern expression, Zevran shrank back slightly. "Kairo... say something...""It was stupid to breach the perimeter without signaling me first," I say, my voice low and sharp as iron. "You put your neck directly on the executioner's block. But... I understand why you snapped. Just promise me you will never act without my command again."Zevran let out a shaky breath. "Yeah. I promise. But what happens now? What about the blood-claim plan for Sandra?""Plan B is already moving," I reply smoothly."Plan B?""I never step into an Alpha's den without a secondary exit strategy," I tell him coldly. "Strip off that leather tunic right now. If you can't slip past Gali's personal guards, stay locked inside the rear stone stall until the main crowd disperses toward the Emberfang Study. If you see an opening, retre

Gali's face turns to solid granite, but before his Alpha aura can crush the air from her lungs, I step out from behind his shoulder."What accounting do you demand, Sade?" I ask, my voice ringing out across the frozen plaza like a striking blade."You publicly struck an elder of the pack!" Sade screeches, her claws pointing directly at my heart. "You desecrated the ancestral burial soil! You shattered J'onn's horn-staff and threatened to scatter the bones of our bloodline! You are a rebellious, bloodthirsty demon who invites the curse of the moon upon us all!"I bare my fangs in a cold, mocking smile. "And what do you call sending rogue mercenaries to slaughter an innocent female on public pack land? What do you call plotting murder in the shadows of the Silverclaw Chamber? You hold no reverence for life, no honor for the bond, and no respect for the Alpha's decree. Why should I show reverence to a cluster of decaying vultures?"Sade chokes on her own breath, recoiling as if I had str

"Get the heavy vehicle moving!" Sandra Ashbourne screams, her fingers digging into the leather cushions as the armored transport jolts forward onto the frozen dirt track.The heavy glass muffles the chaos outside, but the distant, frenzied howls echoing down the mountain still make my blood run cold.Gali Blackmoor hauls my small frame onto the plush leather seat beside Sandra, his face carved from dark, lethal granite. His broad shoulders fill the back cab, bringing the heavy scent of crushed pine and raw Alpha power into the tight space."What happened at the burial glade?" Sandra asks, her voice trembling as her hands fly over my arms, checking my skin for cuts or broken bones. "Is the pack assembly over? Why were those wild beasts charging the plaza?"Gali sits in absolute silence, too consumed by his dark, territorial rage to offer a single word.Leori, sitting in the front passenger seat with his hand pressed tightly to his communication earpiece, turns around with a pale face.