All Chapters of Rejected, Then Wanted by My Triplet Alphas: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Neva's POV"You told them where to look." My voice came out flat, disbelieving, the words themselves feeling too enormous to properly hold. I had braced myself walking into this house for grief, for explanation, perhaps even for genuine remorse. I had not braced myself for calm, methodical strategy delivered with the same detached precision I might use explaining a client's fraud scheme. "You led every tracker, every assassin, every crown warrant straight toward me. For three years.""Yes." My mother did not flinch from the admission, standing steady beside Rowan's small, watchful form. "Deliberately. Carefully. I want you to understand exactly why before you decide how much to hate me for it.""I don't care about your reasoning.""You should." Something sharp entered her voice now, the first hint of the commanding Luna I had heard described in that shack years ago. I recognized that particular authority instantly, having heard the old wo

Neva's POVThe silver faded from the children's eyes as suddenly as it had arrived, and the moment it did, whatever invisible force had pressed us all to our knees released just as abruptly, leaving six adults scrambling upright with varying degrees of shock and confusion written plainly across their faces. I rose slowly, my legs still unsteady beneath me, my mind racing to reconcile everything that had just happened with anything I had previously understood about wolf bonds, pack hierarchy, or the particular nature of Kane authority."What was that." Dorian's voice came out rougher than I had ever once heard it, his composed Alpha authority visibly shaken by an experience he clearly could not properly categorize. I had watched Dorian command entire boardrooms with nothing more than his own quiet, controlled presence, had seen him negotiate impossible situations without ever once losing his composure. Watching that same composure crack so completely no

Neva's POVI made my decision somewhere around midnight, sitting alone in the small guest room Selene had offered while the rest of the house settled into whatever uneasy quiet it could manage after everything the evening had revealed. Sleep had proven entirely impossible, my mind cycling endlessly between grief and fury and the fierce, protective instinct that had carried me through every previous crisis these past three years.I would not leave my children in this house.Whatever careful, calculated logic Selene had used to justify nineteen years of manipulation, whatever genuine grief she seemed to carry over choices she believed necessary, I could not simply hand my son and daughter over to a woman who had already proven herself capable of orchestrating a decade's worth of danger without once considering asking my permission first. Every careful, strategic justification Selene had offered across that long, devastating evening amounted, when

Dorian's POVI stepped forward the moment Rask finished delivering that particular countdown, understanding instinctively that whatever came next required the kind of negotiation I had spent three years mastering across countless boardrooms, not the raw, protective fury still radiating off every other member of our small, exhausted group. Three years of dismantling my own father's corrupt empire piece by careful piece had taught me exactly how to separate personal fury from professional strategy, and I intended to apply every lesson learned across that painful, methodical process to whatever negotiation was about to unfold."Let's discuss terms," I said, keeping my voice level, businesslike, the same careful tone I used whenever a corporate acquisition threatened to collapse over emotion rather than sound strategy. "You have a contract. Contracts can be renegotiated, extended, or bought out entirely, provided both parties find sufficient incentive to r

Neva's POVI did not sleep that night. I lay awake in the small guest room counting the hours until the house finally settled into complete, undisturbed silence, my mind circling endlessly around a single locked drawer and the terrible, careful warning my mother had delivered beside it. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her hand resting protectively against that cabinet, her careful, measured voice explaining that some truths required more than a single evening to properly absorb, and something in that particular phrasing had settled into my chest like a stone I could not quite dislodge.That file explains what you actually are.I had spent three years building myself into a woman who did not accept locked doors as permanent barriers, who understood that any secret worth guarding this carefully was also, by definition, a secret worth uncovering. Nine years of Nightpine's cruelty and three years of desperate flight had taught me that lesson thor