Todos os capítulos de The Triplets' Regret: Bowing to Their Luna: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The days following the council confrontation felt like holding a deep breath underwater. The entire territory was locked in a strange, agonizing interlude. We were all just waiting and watching, preparing for the next inevitable strike in a game where the rules changed daily. Independent scholars were meticulously authenticating my mother's journals. The Duchess was strictly confined to her private quarters pending a full investigation. The pack held its collective breath to see who would draw blood next.But right in the middle of this suffocating political tension, something completely unexpected began to happen.The triplets started courting me.They did not do it obviously. They did not make grand public declarations. They were definitely not foolish enough to think I would accept that kind of overwhelming attention gracefully. Instead, they moved subtly. They moved with a relentless, calculated determination that manifested in increasingly elaborate gifts delivered directly to my

I stopped pacing. The anger in my chest cooled slightly, replaced by cold logic. Mira had a very valid point. The triplets had spent their entire lives learning how to ruthlessly compete. They competed for their mother's toxic approval. They competed for pack status. They competed for pure physical dominance over each other. Of course they would compete for me. That was the only language of survival they had ever been taught.But that did not mean I had to participate in their game.I sent a brief, formal summons to all three brothers that evening.They arrived at the greenhouse within minutes of each other. Kaelen stepped through the door first, followed closely by Jaren, and then Thad. All three of them tried very hard to appear casual and relaxed, and all three of them failed miserably. They were massive men, and having them all standing inside my workspace made the air feel incredibly thin."Thank you for coming," I said. My voice was cool and entirely professional. "Please, sit."

"I see." I stood up, walking over to the glass window that overlooked the darkening garden. "Let me be entirely clear about my position. I do not know what I want right now. I do not know what this supposed bond means, and I am not entirely sure I even believe in predetermined destiny. But I know exactly what I do not want. I refuse to be the bloody prize that causes a civil war between brothers. I will not tear this family completely apart by making an impossible choice.""Then do not make a choice." Thad stood up, his massive frame radiating desperate energy. "Do not choose any of us. Just let us stay near you. Let us give you the tools you need to build your empire. Let us prove what we can offer without demanding a final verdict in return.""That is a temporary fix. It is not sustainable.""Perhaps not," Jaren agreed, staying seated but leaning his arms on his knees. "But it is literally all we have to offer right now. We are not asking you to commit to a mating bond today. We are

Mira stared at me, her shock briefly overriding her fear. "You kept that a secret all this time?""I memorized everything about this estate that might keep me breathing." I grabbed her forearm, my grip tight and urgent. "You are coming with me. You are not safe here either. If they find my room empty, they will take you to the dungeons to force my surrender.""But if they catch us in the halls...""They will not catch us if we move right now. We have to go before they realize I am awake."We slipped out of my quarters and melted into the dark, drafty corridors. We walked in only our stockings, our footsteps completely swallowed by the thick, worn carpets. The rest of the massive household slept soundly around us, entirely oblivious to the lethal hunt taking place in their own home. I led Mira down the narrow spiral of the servants' stairs, cutting through the sprawling kitchens, and finally down into the damp, freezing depths of the old wine cellar.The air down here smelled of rottin

I needed a hiding place. Just a small crevice in the rocks or a hollowed-out tree root where I could wait until the sun rose and the triplets realized I was missing.I cut sharply to the left, aiming for a jagged, rocky outcropping I remembered seeing from my bedroom window. If I could just reach the rocks, they might not be able to track my scent over the cold stone.I took one more frantic step, and a massive hand clamped down on my wrist like a vice of solid iron.I screamed. It was a raw, guttural sound of pure terror. I twisted violently, pulling the hunting knife from my belt and slashing upward in a wild, desperate arc. The steel bit deeply into something solid. A man let out a sharp grunt of pain as hot blood sprayed across my knuckles, but his crushing grip on my wrist did not loosen a fraction of an inch. Another heavy hand clamped onto my opposite shoulder, wrenching my arm backward and violently spinning me around."Do not fight," a deep, completely emotionless voice comma