Alpha Triplets Claim

Chapter 55.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Revelations and Resolutions

Phera POV:

Waking up in the infirmary was like emerging from the depths of a murky lake, each of my senses coming back to life one by one. The antiseptic smell was the first thing that hit me, followed by the softness of the bed I was lying on and then the gentle hum of machines. The infirmary was a medical sanctuary designed for both wolf and human physiology, boasting

advanced technology mixed with traditional healing herbs known to our kind.

“Hey,” a soft voice whispered near my ear. Opening my eyes, I saw Damon sitting beside me, his blue eyes tired but relieved.

“You’re awake,” he said, as if he’d been holding his breath all this time.

“I guess I am,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. My throat was dry, each word a struggle.

Axel walked over holding a cup of water with a straw.

“Here, drink this. You need to stay hydrated.”

I took a sip, wincing as the liquid made its way down my parched throat. “Thanks,” I said, offering a faint smile. His eyes met mine, and for a second, we were enveloped in an unspoken conversation, our souls conversing through the windows of our

eyes.

Zane stood at the foot of my bed, his arms crossed, his face an unreadable mask.

“You had us scared, you know,” he finally said, breaking the silence.

“I had my self scared too,” I admitted, the words a featherlight confession.

A tense pause filled the room. It was Damon who finally broke

it.

“Phera, what were you thinking? Running into the battlefield like that, especially after we told you-”

I cut him off, my voice sharper than I intended.

“I was thinking that I’m not just your mate but also a warrior and the future Luna of this pack. I can’t hide while others put their lives at risk.”

Damon’s eyes softened, the rigidity in his posture dissipating.

“We don’t want to cage you, Phera. It’s just hard for us to imagine our world without you. The thought alone is a nightmare we can’t bear.”

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“I get it, I really do. But you have to understand that it’s my choice to make. And you can’t shield me from the world forever, I said, my voice tinged with a plea for understanding.

Axel joined in,

“We would never dream of caging you, Phera. Your spirit is one of the things we love most about you. But loving someone also means worrying about them. You can’t fault us for that.”

“I don’t,” I said, locking eyes with each of them in turn. “But love is also about trust. Trust that I can handle myself, trust that I’ll make the right decisions.”

Zane uncrossed his arms and came closer.

“It’s hard, you know. To find that balance between loving and letting go. But we’ll try, for you and for us.”

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I felt a genuine smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, a small vet significant victory in our ongoing journey of love and acceptance. |

“Good,” I said, “because whether we like it or not, life is going to keep throwing curveballs at us, and we need to be a team to catch them.”

They each took one of my hands, their eyes reflecting the promises and challenges that lay ahead. This was us, bound not just by love, but also by the choices and sacrifices that came with it-each thread a part of the intricate tapestry that was our shared destiny.

And so, we sat there in silent understanding, acknowledging the fragility and resilience of the threads that bound us, each one equally vital, each one a promise of trials and triumphs yet to

come.

Lying on the infirmary bed, every fiber in my body screamed in

agony.

“Why the hell hasn’t this pain subsided yet? Werewolves heal

That’s Werewolf #03h 101!”

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