All Chapters of Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31 — Elara's POV

Chapter 31 — Elara's POV"Mom. Mom. Watch.""I'm watching, baby.""No you're not, you're looking at your tea."I look up from my tea.Landon is standing in the middle of the backyard in the morning light, River the wolf set carefully on top of Fort Landon's lookout crate as an audience. Rafe is crouched a few feet away, patient and still, watching Landon with the focused attention he gives everything."Okay," Landon says seriously. "Do the grip."Rafe reaches out and wraps one large hand loosely around Landon's wrist.What happens next takes about one second. Landon rotates his wrist, sharp and precise, using the angle and his arm comes free clean. He steps back, resets his stance exactly the way Rafe showed him, and looks at me."Did you see it?""I saw it," I say."The rotation," he says. "You don't pull. You rotate. It's about the angle of the pressure point, not force." He is reciting this with the focused precision of someone who has repeated it until it is in his bones. "If some

Chapter 32: Ryker's POV

Chapter 32"Sit down, Elara."She looks at the café chair across from me like it is a negotiation she hasn't agreed to yet. Then she sits. She keeps her jacket on and her bag on her shoulder — a woman who has not yet decided if she is staying.I slide the folder across the table before she can speak.She looks at it. Then at me. "What is this.""Open it."She opens it.I watch her read. The café around us is the quiet kind, mid-morning, mostly empty, a barista moving behind the counter, the smell of coffee and something baked. I had chosen it for the neutrality. No pack politics attached to it, no connection to Kane or the hotel or the cottage. A building that belongs to neither of us.She turns the first page. The second. Her eyes move carefully, the way I have learned she reads everything not skimming, actually reading, taking it in before she reacts.The document is fourteen pages. A formal protection order, drafted through a Nightshade pack lawyer and cross-registered with the Sil

CHAPTER 33: The Mate bond psychology

Chapter 33Mira's Pov "She's rubbing her chest again," I say.Vanessa sets down her tea and looks at me with the particular expression of a woman who has been a senior healer for thirty-eight years and has learned to hear what is being said underneath what is being said. "How long?""Twelve days. Since they arrived in Silverveil." I wrap both hands around my cup. The clinic break room is empty around us, late afternoon, the last patients already seen, the building settling into its end-of-day quiet. I had asked Vanessa to stay behind. We have been colleagues for four years. She knows enough about my history not to need everything explained."Reactivation," she says. Not a question."Reactivation."She is quiet for a moment, looking at her tea. Vanessa lost her own mate bond young , a complicated story she has shared with me in pieces over the years, never the full version. She understands this territory the way only people who have lived in it do."The partial rejection would make it

Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Elara's Pov I wake up reaching for someone who isn't there.My hand is outstretched across the empty bed, fingers curled slightly, grasping nothing. The room is dark. The nightlight from Landon's room makes a thin line under my door. I am awake and my heart is going too fast and my skin is too warm and the dream is still playing behind my eyes even though I am already trying to stop it.Not a nightmare.That would have been easier.I sit up and press the heels of my hands against my eyes and breathe.The dream had been.... warm. The three of them, but not frightening. Not the field house version. Something that has never actually happened — a kitchen, a table, Landon's laugh in the next room, Ronan saying something ridiculous that made Rafe almost smile. Ryker's hand at the small of my back as he moved past me, automatic and certain, like it had been there a thousand times.And I had let it.In the dream I had leaned back into it and let it.I am on my feet before I finis

Chapter 35: Vivian is aware

Chapter 35 Ranon POV "She's asking questions about the omega." I go still. Across the Kane estate dining table, Vivian is laughing at something her cousin said, her auburn hair catching the chandelier light, her hand resting on the stem of her wine glass with practiced elegance. Nothing in her posture suggests she knows I heard. But I heard. The two Kane advisors to my left had been talking in the undertone that people use when they want to be private and have misjudged the acoustics of a room. She's been asking questions about the omega from Silverveil. The one the Nightshade alphas are connected to. I pick up my wine glass and make my expression easy and unconcerned and run a rapid calculation of how much Vivian already knows and how she knows it and what she intends to do with it. Too much, is the answer to the first question. Someone inside the pack, is the answer to the second. The third question is the one that sends cold moving through my chest. She intends to use it.

Chapter 36: We threw away a normal family

Chapter 36: Ryker's POV "You're holding the rope wrong."Landon looks up at me with an expression that suggests this is not the first time someone has told him this and he has not yet decided whether to accept it as true."I'm holding it the way Ronan said.""Ronan held it for the crossbeam. This is a different load." I crouch down to his level, taking the rope from his hands. "Look, for a rope bridge, the anchor point needs to distribute weight across the whole span, not concentrate it at one end. If you tie it the way you have it, the first time someone steps onto the bridge, this knot takes all the force."He studies the rope. Then studies my hands as I demonstrate the correct hitch slowly, so he can follow each pass."Where did you learn that?" he asks."Field training. We had to build temporary bridges across ravines. If you tied them wrong, people fell."He looks up at me with the particular focus he brings to information that has consequences. "Did anyone fall?""Once. Before

Chapter 37: What should I do?

Chapter 37: Elara's Pov "You're quiet tonight."Mom's voice comes from the kitchen doorway. I am sitting on the porch steps in the dark — the same steps, the same dark, but tonight there's no compass pull toward the tree line, no rubbing my chest, no bracing for anything. Just quiet."I'm thinking," I say."About today?""About today." I look out at Fort Landon — the rope bridge a dark line against the lighter grass, swaying very slightly in the evening breeze. "Landon crossed that bridge eleven times. I counted.""He told me twelve.""He's rounding up for effect."Mom sits down beside me on the steps, the way she has a hundred times before, and we sit in the cool night air and look at the fort."It was a good day," she says. Carefully. Testing the shape of it."It was a good day," I agree.And it was... that's the strange part. It wasn't complicated, or fraught, or full of the careful negotiations I've been bracing for since the school hallway. It was just an afternoon. Lunch on th

Chapter 38: something is actually working.

Chapter 38: Ronan's POV "He's asleep. Finally." Elara comes down the stairs rubbing her eyes, in soft clothes, hair loose. "He fought it for forty-five minutes. Apparently there are critical updates to the fort blueprint that cannot wait until morning.""Did the updates get documented?" I ask."Three new pages. I had to confiscate the flashlight." She reaches the bottom of the stairs and seems to register, properly, that it's just the two of us. Mira left an hour ago, some pack council meeting about the eastern herb gardens that apparently runs long on Thursdays. Ryker and Rafe headed back to the hotel after dinner.I'm still here because I offered to fix the kitchen tap, which has been dripping, which I noticed during lunch, which took twenty minutes and is now fixed, and which I have been quietly stretching out for an extra forty minutes by also checking the bathroom taps and the back door hinge, none of which needed checking.She knows this. I can tell she knows this. She hasn't

Chapter 39: When you are ready

Chapter 39: Rafe's Pov "Are you my dad?"I go completely still.Landon is standing in front of me in the backyard, River tucked under his arm, training session finished, hands on his hips in the way he stands when he has decided something and is now executing the decision. His face is serious and open and entirely without guile.The morning is cold and bright. Elara is on the porch. I heard her breath catch from twenty feet away.I crouch down to his level.I could deflect. I could say something careful that neither confirms nor denies, something that buys time, something that protects everyone in the yard from having to deal with this at seven forty in the morning. Six months ago I would have done exactly that.I look at him instead."What made you ask that?" I say."I've been thinking about it for a long time." He shifts River to his other arm. "I have a system. For figuring things out. And I checked the evidence a lot of times." He holds my gaze with the steadiness that still cat

Chapter 40: I'm getting there

Chapter 40: Elara's Pov "You're not eating."I look down at my plate. The rice has gone cold. The stew is untouched. I have been moving things around with my spoon for ten minutes and apparently this has not escaped anyone."I'm eating," I say."You're relocating," Mom says. "That's different."Landon looks between us with the expression of a boy who has learned when to stay out of things. He eats his stew. He is being very loudly uninvolved, which in Landon means something is registering."I'm fine," I say. "Just tired."This is partially true. I am tired. I have not slept properly in three days, not the controlled insomnia of the early weeks, the kind you can manage through discipline, but the physical kind, the kind where your body refuses regardless of what your mind tells it. The kind where you lie down and the bond comes up loud and insistent, not painful exactly, more like a sound you cannot stop hearing, like a frequency just outside comfortable range that hums under everyth

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