All Chapters of Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21Ronan's POV The porch railing is held together by a prayer and approximately one functioning nail.I crouch in front of it and run my hand along the splintered wood the section that gave way during the rogue wolf attack, the section Elara hit when she threw herself sideways to avoid getting her throat torn out —and feel the specific anger of someone looking at damage they caused, even if the damage was indirect.We brought this here. The thought sits in my chest like a splinter. All of it. The wolves, the threats, the note at the school gate. We walked back into her life and every dangerous thing followed us in.The least I can do is fix the railing.I set the toolbox down on the porch, I had stopped at the hardware store on the main road, which had taken twenty minutes and an embarrassing amount of consultation with the elderly beta behind the counter who did not believe I knew how to use a circular saw. He was not entirely wrong. I knew how to use a circular saw in the

Chapter 23Rafe's Pov I had chosen the bench on the east side of the park deliberately, far enough from where Elara is standing with another clinic mother near the water fountain that she won't immediately clock my presence, close enough that I have a clean sightline to both of them. I am not here to approach anyone. I am here because the threat level around the cottage has been elevated since the school gate note and sitting inside the hotel while someone else covers the park detail feels like wearing someone else's skin.I sit and fold my hands between my knees as I watch.The park is busy for a Tuesday afternoon — children on the climbing equipment, wolves in puppy form chasing each other across the grass, a group of older pack members on the far benches. Normal. Alive. The kind of ordinary that you stop noticing until you've spent enough time in places that don't have it.Landon is at the edge of the grass.He is not playing with the other children. He is crouched over something

Mira's Pov "—and Ronan is loud but he listens, which is different from just loud. Ryker talks to doors which is weird but Grandma Mira says persistence is a virtue so maybe that counts. And Rafe doesn't say things he doesn't mean. That's the most important one. River, are you listening?"I stop in the hallway.My hand is on the door frame of Landon's room and the door is half-open and I had come to check if his light was still on past nine, which it is not — the room is dark except for the small nightlight shaped like a moon that Elara bought him two years ago. He is in bed. He is talking to the wolf.I should announce myself.I do not announce myself."I think they're my dads," Landon says. Conversational. The way he says everything is important, sideways, while appearing to be discussing something else entirely. "I've been checking the evidence and it keeps pointing the same direction. Ronan's eyes are kind of like mine when I'm trying not to laugh. Ryker does the same thing with h

Chapter 27: Pov "You've rewritten the second paragraph four times."I don't look up from the notepad. "I'm aware."Rafe is sitting in the armchair across the suite, book open in his lap, not reading it. He has been not reading it for an hour. "What are you trying to say?""If I knew exactly what I was trying to say I wouldn't be rewriting it."He is quiet for a moment. "Is it a strategy?""No.""Is it an apology?"I put the pen down. Look at what I have written, crossed out, rewritten, crossed out again, the page looking like evidence of a small war. "It's supposed to be the truth. I'm trying to write the truth and every time I get close to it I write something that sounds like the old Ronan instead and I have to start over."Rafe looks at me steadily. "What does the old Ronan sound like?""Smooth," I say. "Angled. Like everything has a purpose underneath it." I pick the pen back up. "She would see it immediately. She has always seen through it immediately.... I just didn't care be

Chapter 29: Marcus Pov "Tell me it wasn't them."My colleague Dr. Pria sets her coffee down on the break room table and looks at me with the expression she usually reserves for lab results that don't make sense. "The anonymous donation to the clinic. Tell me you checked and it wasn't the Nightshade alphas."I look at my own coffee. "I checked.""Marcus.""It was them. One of them.... the account traces back three steps to a Nightshade administrative code." I had spent forty minutes last night following the trail through the pack financial records I have access to as a senior clinician. I had been hoping to be wrong. "They donated the full equipment list from the funding request we filed six months ago. Every item."Pria sits back in her chair. "The funding request that was denied.""That one."She is quiet for a moment. "They pulled the public records.""Yes.""Read a rejected funding application for a clinic they have no formal connection to.""Yes.""And then anonymously provided