All Chapters of Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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The Last Hunt

The snow had melted. The flowers had bloomed. The pack had healed.But something was missing.I stood on the balcony at dawn, watching the sun rise over the forest. The Kingslayer was on my back, its familiar weight a comfort. The first wolf's blade was at my hip, heavier than the Kingslayer, older, carrying the weight of centuries. The bond hummed with the presence of my mates—Cassian in the training yard, Theron in the great hall, Lysander in the library. They were close. They were always close.But the weight in my chest would not lift.Cassian found me an hour later. His grey eyes were soft, and his hair was damp from the morning mist. He had been training since before dawn, pushing himself, testing his healed arm."You are restless," he said."I am hungry," I said. "Not for food. For something else. Something I cannot name. Something I have not felt in a long time."He tilted his head. A small smile played at the corner of his lips."The hunt?" he asked.I looked at him. "The hun

Ghosts of the Past

The nightmares started on the first night of spring.I dreamed of my mother. She was standing in the locked room, her back to me, her white dress stained with blood that had not been there when she died, blood that seeped from wounds that should have healed centuries ago. The portrait of Seraphine watched from the wall, her honey eyes weeping tears of shadow that dripped down the canvas and pooled on the stone floor, black and thick like oil. The candles were extinguished, and the only light came from the shadows themselves—pale blue, cold, hungry."You should have saved me," my mother said. She did not turn. Her voice was hollow, echoing, as if it came from the bottom of a well, as if she was speaking from very far away. "You should have been faster. Stronger. Braver. You should have seen through my lies. You should have stopped me from going to the king.""I tried," I said. My voice was small, weak, the voice of the girl I had been before the bond, before the shadow, before the war.

Lorna's Last Gambit

The nightmares stopped, but the shadows did not leave.They waited at the edge of the forest, just beyond the walls, watching. The pack could feel them—a cold pressure at the back of their minds, a whisper in the dark that never quite formed words, a hunger that never quite found its meal. The scouts reported movement at night, figures that vanished before they could be identified, eyes that glowed red and then were gone. The sentries heard howls that were not wolf howls, voices that were not wolf voices.On the tenth night after the spring, a rider came.She was young, barely more than a pup, her horse lathered with sweat, its sides heaving, its eyes rolling with fear. Her face was streaked with dirt and tears, her clothes torn by branches, her hands raw from gripping the reins. She collapsed at the gates, gasping for air, her hands reaching for the guards."Luna," she gasped. "Alpha. She is coming. Lorna. She is alive."Cassian was at the gates before the girl finished speaking. His

Poisoned Bond

The battle was over, but something was wrong.I felt it the moment Lorna's light faded. The bond—the warm, steady hum that connected me to Cassian, Theron, and Lysander—had changed. It was still there, but it was different. Quieter. Colder. Like a fire that had been smothered with ash. Like a heartbeat that had begun to stutter. Like a song that had lost its melody.Cassian noticed first. His grey eyes searched my face, and I saw the fear in them—the same fear that was growing in my own chest. He had been standing beside me when Lorna crumbled into light, his hand on my shoulder, his presence a wall of warmth against the cold. Now that warmth was fading."Ravenna," he said. "What is it? What is wrong?""The bond," I said. "Something is wrong with the bond. I can feel it fading. Like sand slipping through my fingers."Theron stepped closer. His gold eyes were wide, his claws still extended from the battle, black blood drying on his fur. "What do you mean? I can still feel you. I can st

Breaking the Curse

The forest was dark, the path to the spring overgrown with thorns and shadow. The trees pressed close, their branches reaching for us like grasping hands, their leaves whispering secrets we could not understand. The moon was hidden behind clouds, and the only light came from the dark dagger in Lysander's hand, pulsing faintly with pale blue light that pushed back the darkness just enough for us to see the path ahead.Cassian walked beside me, his hand never leaving mine. His grey eyes were fixed on the path ahead, scanning for threats, for anything that might try to stop us. His grip was iron, warm, steady. I could feel his heartbeat through his palm, fast but steady, a reminder that I was not alone.Theron ranged ahead, his gold eyes cutting through the darkness, his claws extended, his body tense, ready to fight. The scars on his throat were silver in the dim light, a reminder of what he had survived, of what he had overcome. He moved like water, like smoke, like the wolf he had alw

The Triple Bond

The bond hummed—warm, steady, unbreakable. Stronger than before. Cleaner than before. The shadow that had poisoned it was gone, and in its place was something new. Something brighter. Something that felt like the first wolf's tears had washed away not just the curse, but also the walls we had all been hiding behind for so long.I could feel Cassian's heartbeat like it was my own, steady and strong. I could feel Theron's warmth like a fire in my chest, burning bright but not consuming. I could feel Lysander's calm like a quiet stream, flowing steady and deep. The bond was no longer just a connection. It was a home. It was a promise. It was a future.Cassian rode beside me, his grey eyes soft. He had not stopped looking at me since I emerged from the spring. His gaze was constant, almost reverent, as if he was afraid I would disappear if he looked away. His hand kept reaching for mine, checking, confirming, reassuring himself that I was real, that I was alive, that I was still here."Wh

Claimed Completely

The morning after the triple bond, I woke to warmth.Cassian was on my left, his arm draped over my waist, his face buried in my hair. His breathing was slow, even, peaceful. The walls he had built over a lifetime—walls of ice, walls of silence, walls of fear—were gone, and in their place was something soft, something vulnerable, something that looked like trust. His hand rested on my stomach, and I could feel his heartbeat through his palm, steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know as well as my own. The first wolf's blade was propped against the bedpost, but he did not reach for it. He did not need it anymore. The war was over. The fighting was done.Theron was on my right, his hand resting on my hip, his body curled around mine like a shield. His gold eyes were closed, but I could feel him watching me through the bond, always watching, always guarding, always ready. The scars on his throat were silver in the morning light, a permanent reminder of what he had survived, of what

Before the Storm

The peace lasted seven days.Seven days of sunlight and laughter, of children playing in the courtyard, their voices bright and carefree for the first time in months. They chased each other between the legs of the adults, their laughter echoing off the stone walls, their feet pounding on the cobblestones. They played tag and hide-and-seek, games that had nothing to do with war or death or shadow. Seven days of wolves and Lycans training together in the yard, their old hatreds forgotten, their new bond growing stronger with each passing day. They sparred and ran and hunted together, learning each other's rhythms, each other's strengths, each other's fears. The Lycans who had once been enemies now fought alongside the wolves, their claws and fangs protecting the same pack, the same home, the same future.Seven days of evenings by the fire with Cassian's arm around my shoulder and Theron's quiet presence and Lysander's soft voice reading from the old texts—not searching for answers, just

Peace?

The shadows did not stop.They came in waves, thick and black, crashing against our line like a tide against a cliff. Cassian cut them down, the first wolf's blade singing with each strike, its dark metal leaving trails of light in the darkness. He moved like water, like wind, like the wolf he had always been meant to be. Theron tore through them, his claws red, his gold eyes blazing with a fury that had been tempered by love. He did not speak. He did not need to. The bond carried his rage, his devotion, his desperate need to protect.Lysander stayed close to me, the dark dagger blazing, protecting my back, cutting down any enemy that slipped past our lines. His grey eyes were calm, but I felt the fear beneath—the fear of losing us, of losing this fight, of losing the peace we had fought so hard to earn.I raised the first wolf's blade again and again, the light pushing back the darkness, giving our wolves room to breathe. The pack fought beside us, wolves and Lycans together, their b

A New Beginning

The crack was sealed. The shadows were gone. The storm had passed.But the world was not the same.The valley where the fissure had been was now a scar on the earth, a wound that would take years to heal. The grass would not grow there. The flowers would not bloom. The stones that had held the first wolf's seal were dark, their power spent, their symbols faded to nothing, their ancient magic finally exhausted after centuries of holding back the darkness. The magic that had protected the bloodline for generations was fading, seeping into the earth like water through cracked stone, returning to the soil from which it had come.We rode back to Blackwood Manor in silence. Cassian held my hand the entire way, his grey eyes fixed on the horizon, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. He did not speak. He did not need to. The bond carried his relief, his joy, his love—a warmth that filled the empty spaces in my chest. Theron ranged ahead, his gold eyes scanning the forest for threats that did

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