Novel & Cerita Saga 3

I closed the message. Went back to work.

“Father, the three of us are mated to this—” “I’ve heard,” Alpha Magnus cut him off, his tone brooking no argument. “The news has already spread.” Alpha Magnus’s voice was steady, almost too calm for the storm in the room. “The three of you are mated to her. You can’t change that. The Moon Goddess is not a fool. She knows what she’s doing. And so… we will deal with it this way.” Lucian’s head snapped toward him, disbelief sharp in his eyes. “But how? How can the three of us be mated to one person? Who will become Alpha? How can we even handle this?”

The call hung up after two seconds. After that, she tried video calling me, but the call also hung up after two seconds. As such, she had no choice but to continue messaging me. She wrote, "Didn't we agree to meet outside the civil office, Chad? Why aren't you here yet?" There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million."

Xavier I was infuriated by her actions, my frustration rising as I watched her casually dismiss Sage’s apology. The air felt tense and heavy, the room filled with the sound of our heated argument. The scent of frustration and misunderstanding lingered in the air, adding to the growing tension. Renna, as the Luna of our pack, should know better. I longed for her to see beyond her constant suspicion, to realise that Saga was nothing more than a dear friend to me. If only she could truly understand.

After all the blood, the years, the searches, the ghosts—I had my mate back. The realization hit me all over again, sharp and blinding. Maya. The innocent girl I had tainted with experiences she hadn’t known how to name, had become Dora—who had looked at me like I was the embodiment of everything she despised—and finally had become Sage. Sage, who met my authority with sarcasm and fire, who had bent the laws of magic like they were suggestions. How did someone become that? How had she alone become three women with different dispositions, different fire? What refined her?

He knows it, and he can feel it. Her energy is off. Mirabel, Kimora and Iris look at Malisha and they can feel that something is off with her as well. "Please, move back," Sage quietly says. The girls hesitate, but listen nonetheless. Sage is grateful, and places his hand lightly on her forehead. He closes his eyes and focuses. For a second, he feels nothing until something pushes back. His eyes snap open immediately. And he knows that should not have happened. "What is it?" Iris asks quickly. Sage does not answer immediately because he is still trying to process what just happened, and he is still in disbelief.

Julian and Will set up sentry turrets outside while I helped lower Callum onto a cot. “Can you patch him?” I asked, turning to the woman waiting in the shadows. Sage stepped forward, her pale hair tucked behind one ear, eyes like frost. “I’ve handled worse,” she said simply, and began laying out tools. Sage was an old contact. Ex-Cyphernet, burned by Calidus years ago and still quietly at war with them. She didn’t speak much — didn’t trust many people. But when she looked at Callum, something flickered in her expression.

"This doesn't seem like the right place." Sage shrugged, her facade of innocence carefully maintained. "Sometimes they move patients around for various reasons. I'm sure he's fine." Zara seemed hesitant, but finally nodded. "Very well. Thank you for your help, Sage." As Zara left, Sage released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. She knew she was walking a dangerous line, but she couldn't help feeling envious of Zara's concern for Lena. The complexity of Scar, Hermes, and Lena's relationships weighed heavily on her mind.

Kehlani asks him. His throat clears, “I’ll send Thiago in to help. I have to do something.” How cryptic. Once he leaves, Kehalni and I shrug at each other, laughing until the RV door opens again. Nobody knocks? A tall tanned man with wavy black hair to his shoulders enters, his eyes are honey brown as they sparkle in the small streaks on sunlight coming through the RV windows. “Ah, you must be Sage,” his Spanish accent is thick, “I’m Thiago,” he softly takes my hand, placing a small peck on the back of it.

Saga said and walked out of hiding. “Thank you for your help.” Kedade said and gave Saga light hug before she disappeared down the hallway leading to the women’s quarters. Saga stood in the same spot and placed his hand on his heart, feeling and listening to his heartbeat. “One of these days, I will tell her how I feel about her.” Saga thought to himself. ***