All Chapters of Triplets for the Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Anna's P.O.VThe phone slipped through my numb fingers, the sickening crack of plastic on tile echoing in the deafening silence of the room. My baby. Lost consciousness. Relapsed. Each word Sen spoke felt like a hammer blow to my chest, the air whooshing out of my lungs in a strangled gasp. Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging, but I blinked them back furiously. Panic clawed at my throat, but I shoved it down, forcing myself to focus. I couldn't afford to break down right now."Asher took Evan to the hospital," the words tumbled out of my mouth, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor running through me. Even to my own ears, it sounded hollow, detached. "When Evan ran out of your office, I think... I think he ran into Asher and then..." My voice trailed off, the horrible possibility hanging heavy in the air. Was Asher's presence the trigger? A fresh wave of terror threatened to drown me.Across the room, Tony's head snapped up, concern etching lines on his forehe

Asher's P.O.VWatching Anna leave after I instinctively blurted out moving in with her, I felt a little terrified to be honest. But one thing was sure, I'd rather go to the ends of the earth with Anna, than lose a chance of watching my kids grow, being a good father to them. I knew more than anyone what an absent or terrible father does to a child, fucking first hand experience. I wouldn't let that be Evan and Ivan's fate. No matter what.Maybe it was the magic of Westside that automatically suppressed parts of Alpha dominance, but I couldn't make Anna do what she doesn't want to do. It was unsettling, but maybe, just maybe, it was what I needed to be the father they deserved.There was no manipulating Anna as she had grown from a timid maid to a lioness that protected her cubs. Derek was deluded if he thought I would marry Vira Kuznetsov and take the kids away from Anna. I'd kept silent that day because I'd been too gotten and enraged to form actual words and I wanted the threat of

Asher's p.o.v:An ache subtly throbbed at the small of my back as I hunched over my laptop, finishing some intense paperwork. I was sort of growing into the lack of workspace thingy, as I lived on Anna's couch even if it was terrible for my back. I guess my wolf gene would have lots of work to do now.Talking about living in Anna's space, it'd been very eye-opening to say the least and I couldn't believe I'd be able to control my possessiveness after I didn't find her in bed three nights in a row. Usually, after we are done with a family dinner with the kids, I read them bedtime stories and Anna retires to her room after leaving out blankets and duvets for me.But two nights after the cook-off challenge, she'd gone to bed and while I got myself comfortable enough on the couch, I realized she didn't leave out blankets for me. Werewolves had natural heat but combined with her evident lack of any source of warmth in the apartment (she refused to let me install an electric fireplace), it

(Anna’s Pov) The cabin floor scraped against my back as Asher lowered me and I bit my lip to hold back a scream of agony when my feet thudded against the wood flooring. My vision swam in a dizzying cocktail of pain and exhaustion. Through the haze, I felt him pull my boot off, the rough tug sending a fresh jolt of agony shooting up my leg. Tears stung my eyes and my fingers tightened into fists. Why me?A gasp tore from my throat as his hands, surprisingly gentle brushed against my ankle. But gentle wasn't the word for what came next. A searing pain ripped through me, a scream dying in my throat as a bone clicked back into place."It's broken, Anna," his voice, rough with strain, reached my ears. "It needs to be put back in llace if it's going to heal right."The world narrowed to the white-hot point of pain in my leg, his words a distant echo. But a fear flickered to life within me– not of the pain, but of what might happen if it didn't heal right. Then, a surprisingly tend

Asher's P.O.VFrustration gnawed at me like a hungry beast. Anna's sharp words, her accusations, echoed in my head, making it hard to focus on anything else. Why was it so easy for her to paint me as the villain, the heartless alpha who only saw her as a convenient bedwarmer? Didn't she feel anything for me? Didn't the heat that scorched between us mean anything to her? The raw need that pulsed between us wasn't a just a simple undeniable attraction as she'd so flimsyly put it.But before I could unravel the tangled mess of my emotions, I watched her from the corner of the room as she struggled to pull on her boots. Her face contorted in pain as she tried to pull them on her injured ankle. Anger simmered inside of me, threatening to boil over, but concern quickly eclipsed it as a whimper escaped her lips."Here, let me help" I growled, kneeling in front of her before she could utter another protest.She flinched and then defiance flashed in her eyes. "I can do it myself, Asher." s