All Chapters of THE TRIPLET ALPHAS AND THEIR REJECTED MATE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Shannon’s POVWith a gasp, I rushed to the figure laying on the ground, my heart pounding in my chest. As I knelt beside her, my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me. It was the old woman from the park, the one who had come to see me in my motel room.Horror washed over me as I saw her choking on her own blood, her throat slit open. Confusion flooded my senses as I reached out to her, my hands trembling with fear and shock.I had to do something, anything, to save her. With a shaky breath, I quickly thought of my hybrid powers, hoping against hope that I could heal her wounds.Frantically searching the ground, I found a piece of glass and use it to cut my palm slightly, allowing a few drops of blood to trickle onto her slit throat. But nothing happened. The wound remained open, the blood still flowing freely.Panic surged through me as I tried another approach, dripping my blood into her mouth in a desperate attempt to revive her. But it was no use still. The life was alr

Shannon’s POVAs I stood before the open door of the cabin, my mind reeling with disbelief, the old woman’s familiar gaze met mine, her eyes twinkling with a familiar look that sent chills down my spine.It was surely the same woman I had seen lying lifeless in a pool of her own blood just a while ago. Yet here she stood before me, seemingly unharmed.“Come in, child,” she finally spoke, her voice soft and inviting, beckoning me into the dim interior of the cabin.I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with confusion and disbelief. How could she be standing here before me, alive and well, when I had just watched her die?Despite my doubts, with a shaky breath, I stepped over the threshold made out of wood and into the cabin, the air heavy with the scent of burning herbs and incense.I took in the room around me, my eyes widening in awe. The room was cluttered with strange objects hanging from the roof and adorning the walls, their shapes twisted and distorted with markings all over

Shannon’s POV“No! Leave me alone!” I screamed as I ran frantically through the darkened streets, the ghostly apparitions of Selena and Leila hot on my heels.Panic gripped my chest, my breath came in ragged gasps as I darted down lonely paths and side streets, desperate to escape their relentless pursuit.Suddenly, I stumbled upon a hidden entrance nestled between two buildings—a dark, passageway that seemed to invite me inside.“Shit,” I sighed.With no other options left, I plunged into the darkness, my heart pounding in my ears as I raced deeper into the unknown.But as I rounded a corner, my foot caught on a loose cobblestone, and I tumbled to the ground in a heap.“What the hell?” I whispered to myself.Before I could gather my bearings, a sharp blow to the back of my head sent me spiraling into deeper darkness, my world fading into blackness as unconsciousness claimed me.Ricky’s POVAs Jules, Cole, and I stepped into the dim cabin we had tracked Shannon’s scent to, a shiver ra

Shannon’s POVAs Elsa’s taunting words echoed through the heating lair she held me in, I felt a surge of anger rising within me, stirred by Elsa’s mockery of my mother’s sacrifice and the pain of her loss.“You’re despicable,” I spat, my voice trembling with fury. “You’re glad my mother died trying to stop your mate?”Elsa’s lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Your mother was a fool,” she sneered. “She died for nothing, trying to protect a worthless child.”Her words struck me like a physical blow, but I refused to let her see the pain she was causing me. Instead, I mustered all the defiance I could muster and fired back with an insult of my own.“At least she didn’t lose her mate to a bunch of inexperienced children playing house,” I retorted, my voice dripping with venom.Elsa’s expression darkened suddenly, her rage bubbling to the surface as she stepped closer, her movements predatory. “You insolent little brat,” she hissed, her voice laced with fury. “

Shannon’s POVAs we arrived at the nearby town, a sense of urgency gripped us. My intuition told me that our child was close, and we wasted no time in spreading out to search for any sign of Debbie or our missing son.As I wandered through a bustling market, my heart raced with anxiety and determination. Clutching a picture of my precious son in hand, I approached the vendors and people passing, my voice trembling as I asked for any information about Debbie or my baby.“Excuse me, have you seen a woman with this baby?” I inquired. “She is old and wretched-looking in a way, and she has my baby.” I said, showing them the picture.Some shook their heads, while others glanced away, unwilling to meet my gaze. Desperation filled my voice as I continued to search, my eyes scanning the faces in the crowd for any sign of recognition.“Please, if you have any information, it’s urgent. My son’s life is in danger.”But despite my pleas, most shrugged indifferently or hurried past, their expressio