All Chapters of The Lycan King's Secret Triplets : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DanteThe floor was cold beneath my knees, though I barely registered it. My entire focus was fixed on the woman standing before me. The woman I had spent months believing I would never see again.Gasps rippled through the crowd around us, though I could not have cared less who was watching. Who was filming. Who would replay this moment across every screen in the world by morning."Forgive me," I said, ignoring what Dimitri said. My hands trembled as I reached toward her. "Please, forgive me. I was a fool. I let them take you. I let them convince me it was the right thing, and I have spent every single day since regretting it.""Dante..""Come home to the pack," I continued, unable to stop the words now that they had finally started. "I'll make you Luna. I'll give you everything I should have given you from the very beginning. I'll spend the rest of my life making up for what I did."Valerie stared down at me, her expression unreadable. I thought I saw something flicker behind her eye

ElaraI left the venue the moment the chaos allowed, my hands already trembling with the effort of holding back the fury building inside me.I had spent years of careful planning, watching Dimitri chase dead ends across the human world, and in a single night, one careless child had undone everything.I called Chelsea from the car, my voice sharp with urgency."She's alive," I said the moment Chelsea answered. "Valerie is alive. And she has children. His children."There was a pause on the other end of the line. "That's impossible. The healer confirmed her death months ago.""The healer lied. Or was deceived. It doesn't matter which. What matters is what happens next.""What do you need from me?""Photos," I said. "I already have several from tonight. I need them distributed before Dimitri has time to build his defenses around her.""Distributed how?""The Supernatural Network tonight. I want the story out before sunrise."Chelsea did not hesitate. "I'll have my contacts ready within t

ValerieThe suite was beautiful in the way prisons sometimes were.Every surface gleamed. Every piece of furniture looked like it cost more than most people made in a year. The windows overlooked the city from thirty floors up, and guards stood at every entrance, their expressions blank, their loyalty absolute.The triplets had been given their own room, a luxury none of them seemed to know what to do with. They had fallen asleep quickly despite the unfamiliar surroundings, exhausted by the events of the night, leaving me alone in the too-large living room with a man I had spent six months trying to forget."You should rest," Dimitri said from the doorway."I'm not tired.""You haven't slept in almost two days.""I've gone longer."He crossed the room slowly, his movements measured, like he was approaching a wounded animal. It made me want to laugh. I was not wounded. I was angry."The children are settled," he said. "The guards are in place. You're safe here.""I know I'm safe. That'

ValerieThe children were finally settled by the time I managed to get Dimitri alone in the sitting room adjoining their bedroom. Settled was a generous description given how long it had taken to convince Jax that morning would come faster if he actually slept."You need to leave," I said the moment the door clicked shut behind us."We need to talk first.""We have nothing to discuss tonight.""We have five years to discuss."I crossed my arms, putting as much distance between us as the small room allowed. "Five years you spent trying to hunt me down like an animal.""Five years I spent grieving you," he said. "There's a difference.""Is there? From where I was standing, it looked the same either way.""You disappeared, Valerie. You let me believe you had died.""I disappeared because your council wanted my heart's blood the moment my child was born," I said, my voice rising despite my effort to remain calm. "You knew that. You knew it the entire time, and you said nothing."Dimitri's

ValerieThe flowers arrived every morning without fail, delivered to the front desk of V-Luxe's headquarters with a card bearing the same message each time.I'm not giving up on us.I threw them away without reading past the first line most days. The staff had learned not to comment on the ritual anymore, accepting it as simply another strange element of the chaos that had descended on the company since the launch event.The letters came just as frequently. Longer, more elaborate, each one detailing some new promise, some new declaration of devotion I had heard variations of before and had long since stopped believing."I saw a public statement from Dante's pack yesterday," my publicist mentioned one afternoon, sliding a printed article across my desk. "He's announced he's stepping back from Alpha duties to focus on, and I quote, reconciling with the mother of his children.""They're not his children.""The statement doesn't seem to care about that particular detail."I read the artic