All Chapters of Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The wedding was set for the first day of summer.The pack prepared with a joy that had been absent for so long. Flowers were gathered from the forest—wild roses and lavender and white blooms that smelled of honey, their petals soft as silk, their colors bright against the green grass. Ribbons were woven through the great hall, silver and gold, catching the firelight, shimmering like the surface of the first wolf's spring. Torches were lit along the walls, their flames steady and warm, pushing back the shadows that had once lived in the corners, the shadows that had haunted the manor for centuries. The children practiced songs, their voices high and sweet, echoing off the ancient stones, filling the manor with music instead of mourning, with hope instead of fear. The old wolves polished the stones of the courtyard, buffing away the scars of battle, preparing for a celebration of life instead of a remembrance of death.Cassian did not help with the preparations. He stood on the balcony

The morning after the wedding, Lysander was not in bed.I woke to empty space where he should have been. The sheets were cold on his side, the pillow untouched, the warmth of his body gone as if he had never been there at all. The bond hummed with his presence, but he was distant, somewhere in the manor, somewhere quiet, somewhere he went when he needed to think, when he needed to remember, when he needed to be alone. Cassian was still sleeping, his arm heavy on my waist, his face buried in my hair, his breathing slow and even, his heart steady against my back. Theron was curled at my feet, his breathing slow, his hand still on my ankle, his fingers curled around my foot, his touch light even in sleep.I slipped out of bed and went looking for him.I found him in the library.The candles had burned low, their wax pooled on the stone floor in white puddles that looked like frozen tears, and the room was filled with shadows that seemed to lean in, listening, watching, waiting. He was si

The autumn days grew shorter, the nights longer. The pack settled into a rhythm of rebuilding and healing. The walls were strong. The children were safe. The wolves slept without nightmares for the first time in years, their dreams filled with running through forests instead of running from shadows, with laughter instead of screams, with light instead of dark. The great hall was warm in the evenings, filled with the sound of voices and the crackle of the fire.But Iris did not sleep.She stood at the gates each night, her bow in her hand, her dark hair wild and tangled, her eyes fixed on the forest. She did not speak. She did not eat. She simply watched, as if waiting for the darkness to return, as if she could not believe it was really gone, as if she was afraid that if she looked away, the shadows would come back and finish what they had started. Her face was pale, her hands were cold, and her bow never left her grip.Cassian noticed first. He stood beside me on the balcony, his gre

The winter solstice brought the alphas.They came from the northern mountains, where the snow never melted and the wolves were hard and cold, their fur thick, their eyes like ice, their hearts guarded by centuries of solitude and survival. They came from the eastern plains, where the grass grew tall in summer and the packs roamed free under wide skies, where the wind carried the scent of freedom and the memory of old battles fought and lost, where the sun rose and set over endless horizons. They came from the southern forests, where the trees whispered secrets and the old magic still lingered in the roots and the rivers, where the wolves were quiet and watchful, their eyes full of ancient knowledge, their voices soft as moss, their steps silent as shadows.They came on horseback and on foot, their guards flanking them, their banners snapping in the cold wind, their eyes wary and watchful, their hands never far from their blades. They came to pay homage to the new alpha of Blackwood. T

The spy's words spread through the pack like fire through dry grass.Wolves who had fought beside me, who had bled for me, who had called me Luna, who had knelt in the snow and pledged their loyalty, who had sworn to protect me with their lives—they now looked at me with suspicion. They averted their eyes when I passed. They whispered behind my back, their voices low and sharp, like knives in the dark. The bond hummed with their fear, their doubt, their anger, their confusion, their grief. I felt it all—cold and sharp, like ice in my veins, like a blade between my ribs, like a wound that would not heal, like a scar that would not fade.Cassian stood beside me at the gates, the first wolf's blade in his hand, its dark metal gleaming in the pale winter light, his grey eyes hard. He had not slept in days. None of us had. The shadows under his eyes were deep, and his jaw was tight, and his hand never left the hilt of his blade."We need to find who is spreading the lies," he said. "We nee