All Chapters of Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 Ronan’s words wouldn’t leave me alone. I sat on the edge of my bed long after the clinic had closed, staring at the wall without really seeing it. The afternoon light had faded into evening, and the cottage was quiet except for the distant sound of Landon playing with his toys in the living room. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ronan’s amber gaze that mix of charm and something raw that he tried to pass off as sincerity. “Just five minutes.” Just five minutes of him talking like he hadn’t destroyed me. Like six years of silence could be erased with pretty words and that familiar smirk. Like I was supposed to melt because he finally decided to show up alone, without his brothers watching. I hated how my body had reacted. The mate bond had stirred the moment he stepped close, that traitorous heat low in my belly, the way my pulse had quickened despite every warning screaming in my head. I had walked away from him at the bench behind the clinic, but my legs had felt un

Chapter 13 Ryker's POV "You're telling me three rogue wolves breached Silverveil's eastern border, attacked a civilian, and your warriors found nothing useful at the scene." Beta Osei shifts in his chair. "The accelerant used was untraceable. Whoever sent them knew how to clean up." "Kane." I say it flatly. Not a question. Osei's expression tightens. He is a careful man — the kind who doesn't confirm things he can't prove in writing. "We have no direct evidence connecting Alpha Kane to the attack." "You have three dead rogues with his territory's scent on their fur and a targeted strike on a civilian cottage. You have a pattern." I close the folder on his desk and stand. "File the incident report with the Regional Council. Everything. Dates, forensics, witness accounts. All of it on record." "Alpha Blackthorn, if we escalate to the Council without — " "On record," I repeat. Quiet. Final. "That's all." I walk out of the Silverveil Beta's office into the grey morning before he

Chapter 15Landon's Pov(Third person perspective)Landon had a system.He kept it in his head because writing things down was risky — Mom read everything, she was sneaky like that, she could find a note under three stuffed animals and a pile of socks — but in his head it was safe. In his head he kept track of everything important.The three big men were important. So they went in the system.He lay on his stomach on the bedroom floor, wooden wolf in front of him, and went through what he knew.THE SERIOUS ONE.Tall. Silver eyes like a winter sky, which Landon knew about because Grandma Mira had showed him pictures of real winter once and said he came from a place where it snowed. The serious one looked like he was always thinking about twelve things at once. He had stood in the school hallway with his arms at his sides, very still, and watched Landon the way Landon watched things he was trying to understand. Mom hated him but her hands shook when she looked at him, which meant he was c

Chapter 17Rafe’s PovThe light in her bedroom goes out at eleven forty-three.I know because I have been watching it.I am standing at the tree line with my back against an oak that is wide enough to lean on without being seen from the cottage, and I have been here since nine — since Ryker finished his meeting with the Silverveil Beta and Ronan went back to the hotel to argue with Elias about something I stopped listening to. I told them I was doing a perimeter check.That was not a lie. It was also not the full truth.The full truth is that I cannot sleep inside. The hotel suite is too contained, too climate-controlled, too quiet in the wrong way. I grew up in the Nightshade pack house where you fell asleep to the sounds of a living building — wolves moving, wind in old stone walls, the forest close enough to smell through any open window. The Silverveil Grand has filtered air and thick carpet and I have been lying awake in it for eight nights.Out here I can breathe.Out here I ca

Chapter 19Elara's Pov"You're doing it again," Marcus says.I look up from my wine glass. "Doing what?""The thing where you're physically present and mentally about three miles away." He says it without accusation, tilting his head slightly. Candlelight catches the warmth in his brown eyes. "You were in that same spot during the appetizers.""I was listening.""You agreed that my least favorite patient reminds you of a golden retriever."I open my mouth. Close it. "Your least favorite patient does remind me of a golden retriever.""Elara, I don't have a least favorite patient. I was testing you."I set down my fork. "That's manipulative.""It's diagnostic." He's smiling now, small and real. "You're distracted. That's okay. I just want you to know that you don't have to perform fine for me."The restaurant is warm around us, with low lighting, soft music, the smell of garlic and something sweet from the kitchen. Marcus had chosen it carefully. The kind of place that says i am a thoug