All Chapters of THE TRIPLET ALPHAS AND THEIR REJECTED MATE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jules’ POVSelena and Leila seemed to have vanished from town, leaving us with nothing but unanswered questions. Ricky and I attempted to talk to a few of Selena’s friends, but all we could gather was that the girls were out of town. It was a frustrating realization that increased our anxiety for Shannon’s safety.As we returned home, we knew we needed more than just our own efforts. We needed help, and that meant turning to Dad. His initial reluctance was clear, concerned about the potential dangers involved.However, as he looked into our determined eyes and saw the desperation to protect Shannon, something changed in him. “You boys are willing to go to great lengths to protect her, aren’t you?” he acknowledged rather than asked, a rare softness in his voice.“We’ll do whatever it takes, Dad,” Ricky affirmed, and I nodded in agreement.Robin sighed, understanding the depth of our resolve. “Alright, we’ll find them. I’ll assign some of our men to help in the search. We won’t let them

Shannon’s POVThe revelation about Eric hung heavy in the air, a bitter truth that altered my feelings towards Ricky. His admission of killing Eric triggered a flood of memories, each piece of the puzzle falling into place with a clear picture.The past unfolded before me, I recalled walking out of the grocery store and as I turned a corner, a car had sped towards me hit me before I could even think.Anger surged within me, fueled by the realization that Ricky had taken Eric’s life. The bond we once shared became sour all of a sudden, and I found myself standing between a choice that I wasn’t sure if I would regret.Confronting Ricky, the storm of emotions swirling within me erupted. “You killed him, and I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.” I said, my voice filled with rage and disbelief.“What? Shannon…”“Forget it, Ricky. I want nothing to do with you, you’re a killer.” I let out not looking his face again.Ricky, facing the weight of my accusation, stood there with a mix

Shannon’s POVThe atmosphere in the mansion shifted as we returned to the pack, a strange tension in the air. The familiar surroundings seemed tainted by an unexpected storm that awaited us.As we entered the mansion, a stranger stood in the living room, a man whose features surprisingly bore a deep resemblance to mine. He extended a hand towards me with a half-smile, introducing himself as my real father.The revelation struck me like a lightning bolt; Mom had told me that my father was dead. I even had a picture of him hanged on the wall of my bedroom, how was it possible that this man could be my Dad?Confusion etched across my face, I turned to Mom who stood there along with Robin for an explanation. Her eyes revealed a mix of apprehension and regret, as if she’d been caught in a web of secrets.“Shannon, don’t listen to him, he can’t be trusted.”“Shannon, you don’t need anyone to tell you that I am your father, just take a good look at me.” The man said, drawing closer to me and

Shannon’s POVThe mansion gardens appeared before us, a cool area of blooming flowers and a gentle breeze that carried whispers in the air. My Dad, a figure of both mystery and familiarity, strolled by my side.Behind us, Jules lingered in silent observation, his wariness palpable. Bright sunlight filtered through the leaves as Dad began weaving tales of my childhood, stories only a parent could recount.I listened carefully, finding comfort in the stories he told that brought a sort of connection. Trust, planted in my heart, began to germinate despite the skepticism that surrounded us with Mom, Robin, and the triplets.“Shannon, I know they don’t trust me, but you’re the only one who believes in me,” my Dad confided, a hint of vulnerability in his words.A surge of empathy coursed through me. “People treat you differently because you’re a hybrid, don’t they?” I sympathized, realizing the weight he carried.He nodded, a weary acknowledgment of the prejudices he faced. Just like me see

Myra’s POVThe night air was heavy with tension as we stood in the aftermath of the battle with my ex husband, Shannon’s father. After defeating him, the air hung heavy with tension.Shannon, her eyes filled with remorse, looked at us with a mix of regret and gratitude. “I should’ve listened to you all,” she said, her voice shaky. “I’m sorry for not heeding your warnings.”With tears in my eyes, I embraced her again. “You’ll always be my baby girl, and I’ll never give up on you,” I whispered, holding onto my daughter as if she might disappear.The triplets, stoic yet supportive, stepped forward. “Shannon, we’ll always protect you. You might not always see what we see, but family always stand by each other.” Ricky reassured her.Shannon nodded, tears streaming down her face. “I promise,” she choked out, “I’ll never rush into decisions like I did again. I’ll listen more to the people who care about me.”As Shannon wiped away her tears, curiosity flickered in her eyes. “But how did you e