All Chapters of Rejected, Then Wanted by My Triplet Alphas: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dorian's POVI do not remember deciding to finish the meeting. The rest of that boardroom, the remaining agenda items, the polite closing remarks I somehow managed to deliver, all of it exists now only as a blur of motion I performed on pure, hollowed out instinct while the actual, functioning part of my mind remained fixed entirely on the woman who had just spoken my full name for the first time in three years. I remember only fragments afterward, my own voice thanking the board for their patience, someone else's hand righting the chair I had knocked to the floor, eleven faces watching me with the particular careful blankness people wear when they have witnessed something they know better than to comment on aloud. Someone had righted my chair and set a glass of water near my elbow, small, quiet kindnesses offered by people who clearly understood something significant had just happened without understanding any of its actual shape.Neva finished her pr

Neva's POVI let him into my office, though every instinct honed across three years of careful vigilance screamed at me to send him away entirely, and I told myself the decision was purely professional, purely practical, a chance to finally examine whatever evidence he had gathered without the ambush of a boardroom full of witnesses.I did not fully believe my own reasoning, but it was the only version I could afford to accept. Some quieter, more honest part of me understood the truth well enough, that curiosity and old, unresolved feeling had as much to do with this decision as any professional obligation ever could."Sit," I said, gesturing toward the chair across my desk, keeping my voice level and businesslike despite the chaos still churning beneath my composed exterior. "You have five minutes before my first real appointment. Use them well."Dorian set the box down carefully on my desk and sat, and something in the careful, delibera

Cassian's POVI had been chasing the coconut scent thread for nearly a week before it finally led me somewhere concrete, a faint, secondhand report from a contact who worked security at a chain of daycare centers scattered across Ardenfall, someone who remembered a strange incident involving a child and an unfamiliar visitor. Three years of chasing exactly this kind of fragile, secondhand rumor had taught me not to expect much from any single lead, and yet something in my contact's careful, hesitant retelling made me set aside every other thread I was currently following to chase this one down properly.It was not much to go on. Coconut is not exactly a rare scent, and I understood, chasing it, that I was likely following nothing more than another dead end in a search that had produced dozens of them across these past three years. But something in the way my contact described the incident, a visitor lingering too long near one particular child, staring

Neva's POVI should not have let him follow us home. I understood that even as I did it, some exhausted, overwhelmed part of me simply too depleted to keep fighting a battle that had clearly already moved beyond my ability to fully control. Three years of vigilance had trained me to guard every door, every entrance, every point of vulnerability, and yet standing there in that nursery parking lot with my daughter's small hand in mine, I had felt every ounce of that hard won discipline simply drain away.Cassian trailed several careful steps behind my car the entire drive, his own vehicle keeping a respectful distance, and I let him, telling myself it was only to prevent him from causing another scene somewhere less private than my own hallway. The truth, uncomfortable as it was, ran deeper than simple damage control. Some small, exhausted part of me needed to finally hear whatever he had come to say, rather than spending another three years wondering wh

Neva's POVCassian had not yet left when the knock came, still lingering awkwardly in my hallway despite my daughter's unanswered question hanging heavy in the air between us, and I opened the door expecting a neighbor, a delivery, anything ordinary enough to interrupt this particular crisis.I found Dorian and Lucian standing on my porch instead, both of them pale and urgent, and understood immediately, looking at their faces, that whatever had brought them here together could not possibly be small. I had spent one exhausting day already absorbing Cassian's raw, unrehearsed apology and my daughter's unanswered question, and something in me quietly despaired at the prospect of whatever fresh crisis these two additional Kanes had apparently traveled together to deliver."You need to see this," Dorian said, before I could even properly process having three Kane brothers converging on my home within the space of a single exhausting day.I sh