All Chapters of Rejected, Then Wanted by My Triplet Alphas: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Neva's POVWe drove to Ardenfall through a steady, cold rain, four adults crammed into Dorian's car with a single borrowed shovel resting across the trunk, and nobody spoke much during the long hours of that journey, each of us apparently lost in our own private version of dread and fragile, unspoken hope. I stared out at the rain streaked window for most of the journey, watching the dark countryside blur past, my mind cycling endlessly between memories of that terrible birth night and the fragile, dangerous possibility that everything I believed about it had been carefully constructed for me to believe.I had called ahead to arrange a sitter for Wren, a trusted colleague's recommendation rather than Carla this time, unwilling to explain to my usual, unsuspecting friend exactly why I needed overnight childcare on such short notice for what I could only describe as an emergency. Even in the midst of everything unraveling around me, some careful, protect

Dorian's POVNeva's discovery of the Silver Hollow Trust demanded resources considerably beyond what her own firm's databases could provide, and I did not hesitate for even a moment before offering everything Kane Holdings possessed to accelerate the search. Whatever remained of my father's empire, however tainted by nineteen years of orchestrated cruelty, I had spent three years rebuilding it into something I could actually be proud of, and I intended to use every single resource that rebuilding had earned me in service of finding a boy who deserved a chance at the same freedom his sister had already claimed.I redirected three full teams of analysts the following morning, pulling them off ongoing corporate projects without explanation beyond vague references to a priority acquisition target, and set them loose tracing every connection the Silver Hollow Trust maintained across every jurisdiction our resources could reach. I watched them work through t

Neva's POVThe world tilted sideways beneath me the moment those words fully registered, my legs suddenly, completely unwilling to properly hold my own weight, and I felt myself sway dangerously before I had even consciously understood that I was falling. Every careful, hard won piece of composure I had built across three years of professional discipline simply dissolved in that single instant, my body reacting to grief and shock too enormous for my mind to fully process quickly enough to maintain control.She never even left.Nineteen years. Nineteen years of grief, of birthdays uncelebrated, of a childhood photograph I had once traded to a pawnbroker for a week's rent, of a life built entirely around the belief that my mother had died protecting a pack that no longer existed. Nineteen years of mourning a woman who, according to Ruth's shaking, tear streaked confession, had simply never left the scene of her own supposed death at all. I thought

Neva's POVCassian's call reached us before we had even cleared the safehouse's front door, his voice tight with barely controlled panic as he relayed everything, the black car, the car seat, the impossible confirmation of my mother's face staring back at him across a busy intersection. I clutched the phone so tightly my knuckles went white, every word he spoke landing like a fresh blow atop the already devastating revelation Ruth had delivered only minutes before.I do not remember the drive back into the city clearly. I remember only fragments, Dorian's hands steady on the wheel, Lucian in the back seat murmuring quiet reassurances I could not fully absorb, my own mind fractured entirely between terror for my daughter and the impossible, unresolved revelation about my mother still churning beneath everything else. Two impossible truths colliding within the space of a single hour, my mother alive after nineteen years of believed death, and now apparen

Neva's POVThe footsteps grew louder, quicker, a small child's eager pace crossing the upstairs hallway toward the staircase, and I stood frozen in that warm, firelit sitting room with Wren still clutched against my chest, every instinct in my body screaming conflicting signals I could not properly reconcile. Wren, sensing something enormous unfolding around her despite her young age, went utterly silent against my chest, her small body tense with the same instinctive anticipation I felt roaring through my own veins.My mother rose from her own chair, her composed expression finally, completely cracking, and moved toward the staircase with an urgency that told me clearly she had not planned for this particular moment to arrive quite yet. I watched her hands tremble slightly as she moved, the first genuine crack in a composure she had otherwise maintained flawlessly since we first arrived at her carefully prepared doorstep."Rowan." Her voice car