Todos os capítulos de The Triplets' Regret: Bowing to Their Luna: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

I did not wait for an escort. I made my way quickly through the familiar, winding corridors. I passed guards who nodded respectfully and walked under the painted portraits of generations of Vane Alpha heirs. I ignored all the dark history and political expectations that coated the walls of this place.Jaren's heavy oak door was located at the very end of a long, shadowed hallway. As I approached, I saw the untouched tray of cold food sitting on the floor just outside the frame.I raised my hand and knocked twice.Total silence."Jaren? It is Cassia."More silence followed. Then, faintly, I heard a heavy rustle of movement and a sound that might have been a low, exhausted groan."I know you are in there," I called out, keeping my voice steady. "I know you are hurting right now. And I know I am a large part of the reason."I heard the heavy click of the deadbolt. The door slowly swung inward.Jaren looked absolutely terrible. His usually perfect hair was tangled and disheveled. He was w

The political implication was crystal clear. I felt a sudden, sharp chill run down my spine that had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature in the ballroom."Mr. Ashford, I think you misunderstand—""Dante. Please.""Dante." I kept my voice freezing cold. "I am not looking for a ruling position. I am a medical researcher. My place is strictly in the laboratory, not navigating pack politics.""Medical research is always political." His confident smile did not waver for a single second. "Everything in our world is political. The only real question is whether you want to be a player on the board, or just another pawn.""I prefer to be neither.""Then you simply have not met the right person to change your mind."Before I could formulate a response, a large, heavy hand settled firmly onto my lower back. The touch was incredibly warm, deeply possessive, and achingly familiar."She is already spoken for."Jaren's voice was composed of pure ice and jagged steel. He materialized at my

His words hit me incredibly hard. He was entirely right. He was not right about owning me, but he was absolutely right about the brutal reality of our political situation. In a world governed by werewolves, Alpha dominance, and ruthless pack hierarchies, I was exactly what Dante had seen. I was an unmated female of exceptional quality, completely available for the taking.Except, I was not available. I had never been available. Not to Dante, not to Aldric Thorne, and certainly not to anyone who viewed me as a political prize rather than a human being.But I also was not mated. I was not claimed. I was not legally bound in any way that would make my constant refusals official to the rest of their society."I need some air." I pushed past Jaren, walking quickly toward the large glass doors of the balcony.The night air was freezing and crisp. It was an immediate, shocking relief after the suffocating heat of the crowded ballroom. I leaned heavily against the cold stone railing and breat

Dante stopped exactly three feet away from me. His entourage arranged themselves behind him in a silent, impenetrable wall of muscle and expensive suits. It was a highly calculated show of absolute dominance."Ms. Veyn," his voice carried clearly across the dead silent ballroom. "I believe there was a severe misunderstanding earlier this evening.""There was no misunderstanding, Mr. Ashford.""Then please, allow me to clarify my intentions." He popped open the velvet box.Nestled inside was a ring of extraordinary, violent beauty. It was a massive, flawless diamond completely surrounded by deep blue sapphires, set heavily into solid platinum."I came here tonight to make you a formal offer," Dante said smoothly. "I am doing this the correct way. The traditional way."The room remained absolutely silent. Every single eye was glued to us. No one dared to take a breath."I do not want your offer.""You want exactly what this represents." He held the ring up, letting the ballroom chandeli

The weeks following the gala felt like walking on a suspended tightrope without a net.Rejecting Dante Ashford had made me the absolute center of Consortium gossip. Every passing researcher in the sterile white hallways whispered about the woman who turned down an empire for three notorious Alphas. The speculation was endless. People analyzed my motives, judged my sanity, and debated what my choice meant for the fragile balance of pack politics.I drowned myself in the familiar routine of my work. The harsh scent of antiseptic, the rhythmic mechanical hum of the centrifuges, and the endless strings of data on my monitors became my sanctuary. Science made sense. Chemicals reacted predictably when combined under the right conditions. Alpha instincts and shifting pack dynamics did not. I needed the laboratory to anchor my mind, but the triplets made ignoring the outside world completely impossible.They did not lock me away. They did not bark orders or throw their weight around in the cr