All Chapters of The Triplets' Regret: Bowing to Their Luna: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

"This table layout is tactically inefficient," Jaren muttered, stepping back to inspect his work. "But Thad insisted on the traditional arrangement.""It looks perfect," I told him honestly.Jaren pulled out a chair for me. It was a small, seemingly insignificant gesture in the grand scheme of the war we were fighting. But watching this lethal, highly trained Alpha step aside just to offer me a comfortable seat made the tight knot in my chest loosen slightly."Thank you," I said, taking the seat."You do not need to thank us for basic respect," Jaren replied quietly, taking the seat across from me. "I am just glad you finally left the compound."The dinner was surprisingly normal. Kaelen had prepared a perfectly roasted chicken with seasoned root vegetables and fresh bread. We did not discuss the impending war, the logistics of the coalition, or Dante Ashford's looming threats. We talked about trivial things. We discussed the strange weather patterns, the Consortium's internal gossip,

I looked at the three of them. I saw the absolute determination in their faces and the coiled readiness in their stances. They had known this violent escalation was inevitable. They had prepared for it, and now that the nightmare was unfolding, they were not backing down."What is the coalition's protocol for this?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain perfectly steady."We called an emergency summit in two hours." Jaren checked his tactical watch. "Every member pack is attending. We need to decide on a unified military response.""And if the Alphas cannot agree to fight?""Then we will have to respond individually." Kaelen sounded grim. "Which would be the worst possible outcome. Divided, we are weak targets. Together, we might actually pose a legitimate threat to his empire.""I should attend the summit.""You need to rest," Thad corrected gently. "You have been working yourself to the point of collapse in the laboratory for weeks. We can handle the Alphas.""You cannot handle this w

Three weeks into the brutal territorial war, the world had fundamentally shifted.The coalition’s forward defensive lines held their ground, though just barely. Dante Ashford’s enforcers had probed our borders twice since the emergency summit. They were actively testing our resolve and looking for structural weak points. Both times, they retreated without pressing into a full military siege. It was a grinding, nerve-wracking stalemate. The war of attrition I had proposed was working, but the progress was agonizingly slow.The air in my laboratory was thick with the sharp scent of crushed herbs and synthetic adrenaline blockers. My custom compounds were actively holding the front lines together. The stress relief formulations I had developed were being distributed directly to coalition soldiers in the field. The chemicals helped them manage the suffocating pressure of potential combat, keeping their minds sharp and their predatory instincts in check. My accelerated healing salves were

Then Thad let out a choked, breathy sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. Suddenly, the stillness broke.Kaelen reached me first. He stood up and pulled me into his arms with a grounding, overwhelming desperation I had never felt from him before. He buried his face in my hair, his chest heaving."I love you," I whispered into his shoulder."Say it again," Kaelen breathed, his voice cracking entirely."I love you. All of you." I pulled back just enough to look at the three of them. "I love how Jaren anchors me when the panic sets in. I love how Kaelen grounds the chaos in my head. I love that Thad taught me what a safe home actually feels like." My voice grew thick with emotion. "I love that you let me be difficult and stubborn, and you still wanted me anyway. I love that you chose to be better men. You chose me. And now I am choosing this."Thad closed the distance next. He wrapped his large arms around both Kaelen and me, pulling us into a tight, secure hold."We chose yo

I was exactly eight years old when I dragged the Vane triplets out of the freezing currents of the estate lake. I remembered the burning in my lungs, the desperate panic, and the dead weight of their bodies. They had been too proud to thank me, and far too ashamed to admit a servant girl had saved their lives. And then the Duchess had arrived. She had weaponized that exact moment of vulnerability, twisting the narrative until I was the villain who had maliciously pushed them in."You are remembering the lake," I whispered, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to control it.Kaelen let out another hollow, agonizing laugh. "I do not even know if memory is the correct word. I just get these violent flashes. They feel more real than my actual life, but every time I try to focus on the girl's face, the image dissolves into static.""It is chemical memory suppression." The horrific truth settled over me, cold and absolute. "Your mother. The Duchess did something to your minds. That is