All Chapters of CURSED TO THE TRIPLET ALPHAS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nobody moved for a full three seconds.Then the compound exploded into motion, pack members pouring out of buildings half-dressed, weapons in hand, shifting mid-stride as they ran for the wall. Griffin was already gone from the window, voice booming through the compound in a way that carried authority Sloane hadn’t fully heard from him until now.“Perimeter positions! Nobody breaches that wall!”“Stay here.” Cassian grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her attention off the window and onto him. “Sloane. Look at me. Stay in this room, door locked, no matter what you hear.”“I’m not just going to sit here while…”“You are exactly what they came for,” he said, and the words landed harder than she expected, flat and true. “The safest thing you can do for every single person out there fighting right now is not become the reason they lose.”He didn’t wait for her to argue. He was gone before she could form a response, and Dax paused only long enough to grip her hand once, hard, mark flarin

“Run it again,” Sloane said. “From the part where he says everyone will know soon enough.”Cassian glanced up from the transcript spread across the table, one eyebrow raised. “You’ve heard this four times already.”“Five. And something about it still doesn’t sit right.”They’d gathered in the small records room the pack used for exactly this kind of work — Griffin standing near the door with his arms crossed, Dax perched on the edge of the table swinging one leg like sitting still cost him something, Cassian holding the pages of the interrogation transcript like it might rearrange itself if he stared hard enough.Nobody had found anything new in three days. Sloane wasn’t sure she would either, but the itch in the back of her mind hadn’t let up since the first time she’d heard the prisoner’s words repeated back to her, and she’d learned a long time ago not to ignore that particular itch. It was usually the only thing that had ever kept her one step ahead of landlords, bad managers, wor

“I want the whole truth. Not pieces. Not what you think I can handle. All of it.”Sloane stood in the center of the main hall, arms crossed, and this time none of the three brothers standing across from her tried to argue her out of it. Something had shifted after the night on the training grounds, after Cassian’s honesty on the stone wall, after her own instincts had cracked open a lead none of them had seen. She’d earned this. They all seemed to know it.Griffin exchanged a glance with his brothers, then nodded once, like a man finally choosing to stop bracing against the inevitable.“The Marlowe line has been dying for three generations,” he said. “Slowly at first. A weakening of the bloodline itself, fewer pups born each generation, more stillbirths, wolves who can’t fully shift by the age they should. My grandfather saw it start. My father watched it accelerate. We’re the last full generation. If nothing changes, there won’t be another.”“And the bond mark,” Sloane said. “That’s

The scream came just before dawn.Sloane was on her feet before she was fully awake, heart slamming, the mark blazing hot and urgent against her collarbone like an alarm all its own. Down the hall she heard boots pounding, Griffin’s voice already shouting orders, and by the time she reached the main hall the whole compound had erupted into motion.“Patrol,” Cassian said, appearing at her side, already dressed, already grim. “Ravenwood hit them at the eastern fence line. Not a scouting party this time.”“How bad.”He didn’t answer right away, which told her everything.Outside, the scene was worse than the night of the horn. Wolves half-carried, half-dragged their wounded through the gate, blood dark against fur and skin alike, several members of the pack shifting back to human form only to collapse the moment they crossed the threshold. Sloane’s stomach turned violently at the sight of it — this wasn’t a warning shot anymore. This was Ravenwood testing exactly how much damage they cou

The celebration afterward was small, not a party, just the pack loosening for one evening after days of tension, low fires lit in the yard, someone playing something soft on a battered guitar near the kitchens. Sloane sat on the training yard wall again, watching it from a careful distance, still adjusting to the strange, cautious warmth a handful of pack members had started offering her since the hall.Griffin found her there once most of the others had drifted off to sleep.He didn’t say anything at first, just settled onto the wall beside her, closer than he usually allowed himself, close enough that the mark gave a low, steady pulse of awareness between them.“What you did today,” he said finally. “Standing in front of the whole pack like that. I don’t think you understand what that cost most people would never have been willing to pay.”“I understand it fine,” she said. “I just decided it was worth paying.”He was quiet for a moment, watching the dying fires across the yard. “I’ve