All Chapters of Rejected, Then Wanted by My Triplet Alphas: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lucian's POVThree months of house arrest had taught me exactly which floorboards creaked and which guards grew careless during the deepest hours of the night shift, and I finally put that knowledge to use on a moonless evening when my collarbone had healed enough to trust my own body through what I intended to attempt.I slipped past the warriors posted outside my door using a route I had spent weeks quietly mapping, out through a service passage rarely used since childhood, across the grounds in shadows thick enough to swallow movement entirely, and over the eastern wall at a point where the old stone had crumbled just enough to offer handholds nobody had bothered repairing in years.Freedom, however temporary, tasted better than I had expected after months confined to four familiar walls. The cold night air against my face felt like something worth savoring after so many weeks staring at the same four walls, listening to guards shuffle their feet outsid

Neva's POVWe sat together on the small made-up bed, Ruth's hands wrapped around a cup of tea she had not touched, and she finally told me the whole story I had been circling for months, piece by careful piece, ever since Barrow first showed me a wrongly dated ledger entry. The morning light filtered soft through the small room's window, gentle and ordinary against the weight of everything about to be revealed, and I settled myself carefully onto the edge of the bed beside her, my swollen belly making even simple movements slower than they had once been."I was the healer at Silver Hollow," she said, her voice steady now despite the tears still tracking slowly down her weathered face. "Alongside Marlow, in fact, though we specialized differently. She handled the pack's medical needs. I handled births, mostly, and the particular herbal knowledge that comes with caring for young children.""You knew Marlow. From Silver Hollow.""We trained together,

Neva's POVRuth did not hesitate. The moment those three figures crossed the street toward the laundry's front door, she moved with a speed and decisiveness that belied every year of her apparent age, hauling me up from the towels with strength I had not expected from her slight frame. Whatever fear had gripped her only seconds before had already transformed into something colder, more focused, the particular calm of someone who has rehearsed a crisis so thoroughly in her own mind that when it finally arrives, instinct simply takes over completely."Back door," she said, already half carrying, half dragging me toward the laundry's rear exit. "Now, Neva. I have somewhere else prepared. Somewhere they will never think to search."I could barely walk, another contraction seizing my entire body even as she pulled me forward, but survival instinct overrode even the crushing pain, and I forced my legs to carry me through the back door into the narrow alley beyon

Neva's POVI named her Wren on the second day, sitting propped against pillows in Ruth's small back room, my daughter cradled against my chest while grief and love warred so completely inside me that I could barely distinguish where one ended and the other began.Wren, for the old woman in the shack who had first told me my mother was more than a servant. Wren, because the name felt small and fierce and hopeful all at once, exactly the qualities I needed my daughter to carry forward into whatever uncertain future waited for both of us. I whispered the name aloud several times, testing its weight in my mouth, watching my daughter's small face for any flicker of recognition even though I knew, rationally, that no infant could possibly understand the significance being placed upon her at only two days old.I did not name my son. Ruth had gently suggested it might help, some small ritual of grief that could offer closure even without a body I had ever been per

Dorian's POVThree years is a long time to search for a single woman across an entire world of human cities, and longer still to build the kind of quiet, patient infrastructure that eventually made the search possible at all. There were nights across those three years when I nearly convinced myself the search was hopeless, that a woman determined enough to disappear had simply outmaneuvered every resource I could throw at finding her, and each of those nights I forced myself back to work regardless, because the alternative, accepting that I might never see her again, was simply not something I could allow myself to fully believe.I had taken my father's title formally within a year of Neva's disappearance, the Council session forced by my broken challenge finally concluding in my favor once enough evidence of his crimes surfaced to make his continued rule untenable. But I had learned, watching him operate for twenty one years, that pack authority alone would never