All Chapters of The Triplets' Regret: Bowing to Their Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"My full research data will be published in the Consortium's quarterly medical journal next month. In the meantime, I am fully available for consultation and collaboration. If you are interested in learning more, please find me after the session concludes."I stepped back from the wooden podium and dropped my hands to my sides.The applause started incredibly slowly. A few tentative claps echoed from the back row. Then, it rapidly built into a deafening wave. The entire room rose to their feet. For a long, surreal moment, I simply stood there under the blinding stage lights, letting the sound wash over me.I had done it. I had survived, and I had proven myself.The question-and-answer session lasted for another forty-five grueling minutes. Attendees lined up deep into the aisle, asking complex questions about specific dosages, rare side effects, and extraction methodology. I answered every single question with the exact same precision I had shown during my presentation.When the sessi

The evening social took place in the Consortium's grand atrium. It was a massive space explicitly designed to intimidate and impress its wealthy guests. Cascading waterfalls poured down the dark stone walls. Exotic luminescent plants cast a soft, ethereal glow into the gathering darkness. I had changed into the heavy emerald gown for the occasion. My hair was swept up in a tight, elegant arrangement that completely exposed the vulnerable line of my neck.I looked entirely different from the terrified girl who used to scrub the estate floors. I knew I looked good. And based on the heavy stares tracking my every movement, absolutely everyone else in the room knew it too."Cassia." A deep, unfamiliar voice spoke right behind my shoulder as I examined the lavish refreshment table. "I do not believe we have been properly introduced."I turned around and found a man standing considerably taller than me. He possessed broad, imposing shoulders and eyes the exact color of burnt amber. His smil

"This is absolutely ridiculous." I turned to face the triplets, my frustration boiling over. "I am not standing here to be courted or bought. I am here for the medical conference.""And yet," Jaren said dryly, his eyes scanning the room for the next threat, "they keep coming for you.""Maybe they would stop if you three were not standing so incredibly close to me.""Maybe they would stop if you were not so entirely distracting." Kaelen’s interruption was soft but pointed. "Look at yourself, Cassia. That emerald gown. The way you carry your head now. The sheer confidence in your voice. You are not just being noticed today. You are completely magnetic.""That is not what I wanted.""The amber-eyed Alpha," Thad cut in abruptly, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle feathered in his cheek. "Aldric Thorne. I know exactly who he is. He is the Silver Stream heir. He is young, fiercely ambitious, and actively hunting for a mate who can bring his pack a massive political advantage. He was not just

The next morning, I found a heavy cream envelope slipped under my hotel door."Ms. Veyn," the letter began. "I wish to challenge your claims regarding the efficacy of your compounds. Meet me in Garden Room C at ten in the morning. If you have genuine expertise, you should have no objection to demonstrating it in a controlled environment. Signed, Dr. Victor Ashford, Chief Researcher, Northern Institute of Natural Healing."I read the brief paragraph twice. The thick paper felt heavy in my hands. This was not a request for a professional discourse. It was a gauntlet thrown directly at my feet. My heart gave a sudden, hard thud against my ribs, a mix of anxiety and sharp focus.Thad leaned against my open doorway. He did not need to read the note to feel the shift in my mood. "A test?" he asked, his voice keeping a low, steady cadence. "Dr. Ashford. I know the name. Old money, traditional methods, and highly skeptical of anything outside established institutional walls.""He sounds diffi

Another wave of murmurs hit the room. This was escalating rapidly from an academic pop quiz into a massive professional liability."A demonstration on whom?" I asked.Ashford turned toward the side door. "Marcus, please come in."A young man stepped into the room. He wore a conference organizer badge, and he looked miserable. His shoulders were drawn up near his ears, his breathing was shallow, and a visible sheen of sweat coated his forehead. The sour scent of sheer panic rolled off him in waves."Marcus has been managing the logistics for this entire event," Ashford explained. "His stress levels have reached a critical threshold. Treat him. Show us how your compound handles genuine, acute distress."Marcus looked between us, his eyes wide and panicked. "Dr. Ashford told me this would be a closed session. I did not expect an audience."I stepped away from Ashford and approached Marcus. I lowered my voice, speaking only to him. "Your cortisol is spiking. Your muscles are locked, and y