Semua Bab Feral Hearts: Pucked By The Alphas: Bab 111 - Bab 120

CHAPTER 111CALLIE The day Santiago was discharged, the sky was painfully blue. It was bright, blinding and almost offensive in its cheerfulness. I stood near the hospital entrance while Matteo argued with the nurse about wheelchair protocol.“I can walk,” Santiago insisted for the third time, leaning slightly into Marco’s shoulder despite his bravado“The form says—”“The form doesn’t know me,” he snapped.Marco didn’t react. He simply adjusted his grip under Santiago’s arm, steady and unyielding.“You’re using the chair,” Marco said calmly. Santiago glared at him.“You nearly passed out brushing your teeth,” Matteo added helpfully.“That was a strategic crouch.”I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, pressing a kiss lightly to Santiago’s cheek before he could argue again.“Humor us,” I said softly.His expression shifted immediately. He sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I’m not smiling in it.”“You look terrible anyway,” Matteo muttered.Sienna hid a smile behind her hand. The tension

CHAPTER 113EXPOSURE AND POWERCALLIEMy phone buzzed again. And again. And again. I nearly threw it across the room. The little screen glowed with every notification imaginable, each one hotter than the last. Messages, group chats, whispers, screenshots of… me. I froze. I knew something was wrong the second I opened the campus group chat. Hundreds of messages were flooding in. And there it was. A video. Me. In my dorm. My private life, exposed, all three of them, Marco, Santiago, Matteo… every stolen moment. What the hell. How did we just come from one life threatening scenario to this?My stomach twisted, hot and cold all at once. I thought Stella’s plan would work. I thought she could finally make me the laughingstock of the school. The Omega nobody cared about. The slut everyone whispered about in hallways. But no. Something was off.The first wave of panic hit, sharp and jagged. My fingers shook as I scrolled, heart hammering against my ribs. People weren’t laughing. They weren’t

CHAPTER 115NOT ENCHANTEDMATTEOI knew the exact moment the air shifted. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was subtle. Callie’s fingers tightened in mine just a little when she saw the post. That stupid anonymous post. Love potion. I almost laughed when I read it. Almost. Because it was ridiculous. But it was clever. I looked at her. She went pale for half a second. Then she steadied herself. Chin up. Shoulders back. She was stronger than they gave her credit for.“She’s saying I used a love potion,” she said. Used. Not “maybe.” Not “did I?” Used. The certainty in her voice hit me first. She wasn’t scrambling. She wasn’t calculating. She was insulted.“That’s insane,” I said immediately. And it was. But then she asked, “Is it?” That question irritated me. Not at her. At the situation. Because now we were in a place where insane things suddenly sounded possible to other people. Three Alphas choosing one Omega. They couldn’t wrap their heads around that. So they needed magic. They

CHAPTER 117MEASURED SILENCEMARCOBy the time we got home, the adrenaline had burned off. That was the first thing I noticed. Not relief. Not anger. Just quiet.Matteo walked a step ahead of us, jaw tight but controlled. Callie was beside me, steady, but I could feel the fatigue in her. Not physical. Emotional. The kind that settles behind the eyes. The front door opened before we could reach for it. Santiago stood there. He looked better than he had a weeks ago. Stronger on his feet. Still not fully steady, but no longer fragile. His eyes moved over us quickly, assessing. Something in his expression shifted.“What happened?” he asked. I stepped inside first. The house felt warmer than the council chamber. Softer. Safer.“Nothing dramatic,” I said, setting my keys down. “Just Stella trying something new.”Santiago closed the door slowly. “I saw clips,” he said. “Something about magic? Love potion?” Callie stiffened slightly beside me. Matteo exhaled through his nose.Santiago frowned

CHAPTER 119UNINVITEDSANTIAGOBeing alone in the house used to feel normal. Now it felt… noticeable. Not bad. Just different. The quiet had texture. I could hear the fridge humming, the faint ticking of the hallway clock, the way the wind pressed lightly against the windows. Matteo had insisted they were only stepping out for an hour. Marco had hesitated before leaving. Callie had looked at me like she was measuring something she didn’t want to say out loud. I’d rolled my eyes and told them to go.I wasn’t made of glass.I was on the couch, one leg stretched out, scrolling through nothing in particular when the doorbell rang. I frowned. We weren’t expecting anyone. For a second, I considered ignoring it. But that felt pathetic. So I stood up carefully, testing my balance before crossing the room. My body cooperated, mostly. A dull tightness lingered low in my abdomen, the same persistent reminder I’d been pretending didn’t exist.I opened the door. And there she was. Stella. Perfect h