All Chapters of TRIPLE BONDED TO THE BETROTHED VOSS TRIPLETS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra's POVI have always wanted my mother to love me.Not the way she loved the idea of us. Not the way she paraded us at pack events with our hair done and our mouths shut and our smiles perfectly positioned. Not the way she bragged about our betrothal. I mean really love me. The kind that didn't require anything from me first. The kind that just existed. I was still waiting.I missed my father.A mother should make breakfast for her children in the morning, but mine scream. The screaming had started at seven in the morning. Before breakfast. Before I had even finished combing my hair.I heard the first crash from my room and I already knew. I set my comb down slowly on the vanity and looked at myself in the mirror and told myself it was probably nothing. It was something huge. It was always huge with Mum. She was probably just in one of her moods. She had them sometimes, these episodes where the whole house had to bend itself around her energy or get broken in the process. We had

Zade’s POVZade | 2:14 AMThe third batch was supposed to be focaccia.I was not sure what it was now. Something flat and dense and disgustingly grey, sat on the counter. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't rest. I was going to bake but now it sat there ugly; like a judgment. Flour on my forearms. Flour on the front of my shirt. A dusting of it across the kitchen tiles that I kept walking through and spreading further, like I was trying to claim the whole room with my failure.My jaw ached. The left side, just below the hinge. Cal's fist had done something to it that kept reminding me it happened every time I tried to chew or swallow or exist.I pressed two fingers against the swelling to feel it.“You deserve it,” Zee said.I knew.“You deserve worse.”I knew that too.My wolf had been quiet since the fight. But I knew Zee. That quiet wasn't an ordinary one. I could feel him in my chest like a second heartbeat, slightly out of rhythm with mine, pulsing with something I did not have a word f

Eli's POV"Eli, you are not leaving this house."My mother stood in front of the door with her arms spread wide like that was going to stop me. Behind her, through the small window above the door frame, the sky was already fully dark."Mum, I am fine." I grabbed my keys from the hook on the wall."You just got home. You drove four hours today already. The roads at night are dangerous""I will be careful.""Eli. You are only being stubborn because your dad is not here! If it comes back tomorrow, I will tell him that you are a disobedient child!"I kissed her on the forehead, moved her gently to the side, and walked out.I heard her calling my name twice more before I shut the car door. I turned the engine on and I pulled out of the compound before I could think too hard about it. I loved her, but she wouldn't understand***The road out of LakeDale was quiet and lit and familiar. I knew every bend of it. I had driven it so many times that my hands knew where to turn before my eyes told

Wren's POVThe doctor's exact words were: "Severe bilateral lacerations across the thoracic region, compromised lung function, partial shift lock, and significant internal bleeding consistent with multi-attacker wolf trauma. His gamma healing is working but the damage is extensive. Realistically, his survival probability is sitting at ten percent."Ten percent.I was sitting in the same soft chair (not like the hard plastic at the omega ward) I had been in for hours and I heard those words and something in my brain just. Stopped.Ten percent.The doctor kept talking. He said something about the partial shift lock being the most dangerous element, that when a wolf got stuck mid shift the body fought itself, healing and tearing at the same time, that they needed to stabilise the human side before the wolf side would cooperate, that every hour he stayed locked was an hour his system spent eating itself from the inside. He said they were doing everything they could. But the way he said th

Wren's POVThe IronPeak Wolves were winning by four goals and Zade was playing like he had something to prove to the ice itself. I have watched him play several times. This part of him was really seen. He played in anger, and that could be a good thing or a bad thing depending on the outcome. He was a captain of the team and he was leading them to victory, so it meant it was a good thingI watched him from the third row of the stands while I analysed.Zade was a first line center. He controlled the pace of the game like he had a personal grudge against every opposing player on the ice tonight. His shot release was 0.4 seconds, faster than any center in the regional bracket. I had been tracking it and only Eli knew. His backhand was stronger than his forehand which was unusual for a right handed player and which meant any goalie who studied only his dominant side was going to have a bad night. He had three tells before he attacked. Left shoulder drop. Stick angle shift. One breath held