All Chapters of Betrayed By My Mate, Now Mated To Three : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

   Kael's POV The celebration felt wrong. Music played. Food covered tables. Wolves laughed and danced under lanterns strung between trees. The official inauguration was complete and everyone seemed determined to mark it with joy. But I could not stop counting the empty spaces. The chairs that should have held warriors who died during the attacks. The territories were damaged beyond quick repair. The trust that remained fragile despite our victory. "You are brooding." Sabine appeared beside me. Still bandaged. Still healing. But standing. Fighting recovery with the same determination she fought everything else. "I am assessing." I corrected. "We lost hundreds. Six packs left the alliance. The Council building needs complete reconstruction. These are facts not brooding." "Facts can wait one night." She took my hand. "Let

  Evander's POV The moment Thyra said the words "original Alphas," the floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. I gripped the edge of her desk. Steadied myself. Forced logic through the shock because logic was all I had when the world stopped making sense. "Explain that again." My voice came out harder than intended. "Slowly. Because what you just said contradicts every historical record we have. Every origin story. Every foundation of what we understand about our species." Thyra's ancient eyes held patience I did not feel. "Your records are incomplete because the truth was deliberately buried. Thousands of years ago beings from another realm arrived in this world. They were stronger than anything here. Faster. More powerful. They bred with native wolf populations and created what you call pure bloods. Your entire hierarchy. Your Alpha genetics. Your bond capabilities. All fore

Riven's POVThe northern mountains cut into my lungs like broken glass.We had been climbing for two days straight. Cold air burned with every breath but I pushed harder. Faster. Because Sabine needed answers and I would walk through hell itself to give them to her."Slow down." Evander's voice carried a warning. "Exhaustion makes us vulnerable.""We are already vulnerable." I did not stop moving. "Every moment we waste is a moment closer to those portals opening without our consent. Speed is the only advantage we have."Through the bond, I felt Sabine's gratitude mixed with guilt. She hated that we were risking ourselves for her questions. For her bloodline's curse."It is not a curse if we face it together," I called back without turning. "Stop feeling guilty for something you did not choose.""I hate that you can read my emotions so clearly." But warmth flooded the bond. Love is stronger than fear.Kael moved beside me. His tracker instincts sharper than mine in unfamiliar terrain.

  Evander's POV I should have stopped her from going back through. Sabine stood at the portal's edge with determination written across every line of her body. The Seeker had disappeared but the shimmer remained. Calling. Waiting. "I need to see more." Her voice was steady but I felt the turmoil through our bond. "Five minutes was not enough. I need to understand what I am choosing between." "Then we go together." I moved beside her. Felt Riven and Kael close ranks on her other side. "No more separations. Whatever happens, we face it unified." "The Seeker said you would die." Fear cracked through her control. "That your bodies cannot adapt to the origin realm without pure blood protection." "Then we test that theory together." Riven's protective instincts would not allow her to face danger alone. "Because living without you is not sur

 Sabine's POV I did not sleep that night. How could I? Tomorrow I would choose which world deserved to survive. Which millions of lives mattered more? Which version of myself was real and which was pretend? Evander held me from behind. His breathing was steady but I knew he was awake. Through the bond, I felt his turmoil matching mine. Riven lay on my other side. Kael sat in the chair by the window. Watching. Waiting. "Talk to us." Riven's voice was soft in the darkness. "Tell us what you are thinking." "I am thinking there is no good answer." My throat was tight. "That every choice destroys something irreplaceable. That I was foolish to believe I could have both worlds." "You were not foolish." Evander's arms tightened. "You were hopeful. There is a difference." "Hope does not resurrect forty three dead wolves." Bitterness l