All Chapters of Resisting the Alpha Triplets: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mallory’s POV “Gentlemen, would you please excuse me and my lovely bride.” Alpha Quade's suave tone didn’t betray even a hint of agitation. “She’s obviously overwrought, tired from her long journey and overwhelmed by all the expectations of her new role.” Some of them men nodded and others just pushed away from the table but all of them left without a word. It was a testament to the level of control their Alpha maintained and the respect he demanded that no one so much as grumbled at being dismissed before their meal. But whether because they were loyal or simply afraid, I couldn’t say. Once the last man had exited, Quade turned all his attention to me. His eyes burned into me like twin flames, his anger palpable. His large hand circled my upper arm and yanked me down into my chair, Then he leaned over me, his hot breath making my skin crawl as it blew across my ear. “That was your one and only free pass, my Luna!” He emphasized the title, ensuring I knew my place. “Next time you

Cary’s POV Despite our agreement that we all needed rest, none of us went back to sleep. Colton was curled up in our bed, the sheets tucked under his nose so he could cling to Mallory’s scent like a lifeline. Clay was probably in the office, analyzing every known detail of Alpha Quade’s territory. And I was sitting on the floor in the back of our closet with one of Mallory’s shirts pressed to my face. Which of us was the most pathetic was a toss up. At least Clay was doing something but that had always been his coping mechanism. He was as close to losing his shit as the rest of us. If we didn’t get our mate back soon, the famous Black Moon Alpha Triplets would be nothing more than three feral wolves, incapable of leading a pack. Incapable of anything without our Luna. I couldn’t feel my bond with Mallory and it was the absolute worst feeling in the world. I assumed the others couldn’t either but I hadn’t asked. Talking about it would make it real. I just couldn’t face that. Not yet.

Nathan’s POV We were standing in front of the Hazelwood packhouse, right in the middle of the territory. We had waltzed right in like we owned the place, absolutely no resistance to speak of. Wolves patrolled the borders and guards stood sentry at the entry points, just as expected based on our intel. But as soon as they’d seen us coming with our warriors in battle formation, they’d fallen back without a fight. “What the fuck was that?” Colton growled, as confused by the lack of defense as the rest of us. “Something sure as hell isn’t right.” Cary chimed in. “What Alpha leaves his territory undefended and refuses to show himself when his authority is challenged?” “One that isn’t here.” Clay answered his rhetorical question. “I doubt he’s been here since he had Mallory taken. Fuck! We’re stupid!” “Not stupid,” Colton argued. “We just had no other options. We’ll find something here that will lead us to him. We have to!” “The warriors are scouring every inch of the place.” I adde

Mallory’s POV My instincts were screaming at me to let Raven loose on the vile excuse for a wolf in front of me. The moment he’d appeared in front of me, I protectively shoved Darcy behind me. Her frightened whines, the reminder of what he’d done to her, cut me to the marrow. Darcy and I had never been friends. To be honest, I’d never wanted to know the woman who stole all the attention of my childhood crush. But I'd been around her enough to know that she carried herself with unerring self-possession. The broken, mewling mouse she was now, to see someone so completely destroyed that they’d become a mere shadow of themselves, rocked me to my core. “You couldn’t manage to contain a wolfless woman and a chained up piece of trash? Pathetic” Quade hissed at the Omegas cowering in the corner of the room, diverting his ire from me for the moment. The two women bared their throats to him but refused to meet his eye. Evelyn started to open her mouth but I shot her a warning glare, hop

Mallory’s POV “No! My pups!” I woke with a start, frantic and disoriented. My hands flew to my stomach as if to shield my babies from imminent attack. But a heavy hand covered my heart, pushing me back and holding me down. My legs kicked out and my arms thrashed, trying to throw off my assailant. “Shh! Calm down, little Omega. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” A deep masculine voice murmured. I blinked once, twice, trying to make sense of what I heard, searching for visual confirmation. A brief examination of my surroundings revealed I was in the back of an SUV, my body stretched out across three sets of muscular thighs. I followed the length of the arm on my chest to its owner. “Colton?” I blinked again, willing my vision to clear. It was a cruel trick for my brain to make me think he was holding me when I knew he would never do that. “I’m here, love. We’re all here.” His voice was so reassuring, so real. I lifted a shaky arm to run my fingers over the stubble on his chin. It f