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The Triplets' Silent Mate

Chapter 7 The One Who Leads the Hunt

Word Count: 1289    |    Released on: 13/10/2026

l's

st silent when we cr

watched and waited. Every instinct I had sharpened immediately, p

it difficult to think straight. Berries-rich and alive-wrapping around my senses and twisting something deep inside me that I wasn't

lose behind. Sor

he only thing keeping

n a way he rarely was. He'd caught one breath of her

Luna. That a mute, timid girl who had never once stood up for herself couldn't lead be

listened to

nored a

y that had caught me completely off guard. "

with it, the harder it became to argue. Ayla had endured years of cruelty-from us, from the pack, from a life that

sn't we

ed to see it for w

way, but quietly. She'd endured our torments daily without cracking under the pressure.

old her close grew into something harder to ignore. I fought it the

r now, the scent thick

-not randomly,

I said quietly,

Soren said from behin

fed. "Oh,

anymore," Soren continued,

harp. "You do realize that, right? We're out here in the freezi

ike a stone droppe

ped wa

d a half-ste

iately, and the silence that foll

rned arou

ng flickering behind his eyes that looked almost like re

oice quiet and absolutely

tone that didn't invite a response. "The next tim

like he might push back-and then something in him deflated, just slightly

ed away

ent red at

mean-" h

en said. "That

r, jaw tight, shoulders rigid. The embarrassment was written all over him-not the clean kind, but the messy k

ker's eyes had darkened slightly at the edges.

idn't know what to do with emotions that weren't anger or adrenaline. Everything else just came out wrong. He would

back to t

and started moving again

arp and frustrated, but fell back

r, the trees thinning ahead where the li

ward, pulling my

close,"

w," I

he snow underfoot. The bond hummed under my skin, low and insistent,

ly, his voice different now. Quieter. L

as much," S

back. "Y

The way she carries herself-even the way she endur

fully understand it, and over time I'd convinced myself I'd misread it. I had thought that she was too quiet, to

rong about

ars twitch

ehind the large birc

st immediately-just visible, pressed against

runn

e way I used to speak to her-no edge, no dismissal. That vers

idn't

was something almost fond underneath it. "

oren said quietly.

what looked like genuine effort, hands curled at his sides, and jaw locked. He wasn't good at this-

oving," he muttere

"She won't be able to re

keeping my voice even. "We

held the

e, his attention fixed entirely on th

whatever she decided in the next few moments was g

move. Did

enough reasons

do now was give he

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“She hasn't spoken in thirteen years. Ayla survived the destruction of her family by becoming invisible. No wolf. No voice. No real place in the pack that took her in. She kept her head down, asked for nothing, and it worked. Until her eighteenth birthday. Her wolf awakens, sharp, sarcastic, and completely unimpressed with the situation. Her first shift happens alone in the snow, the way every important moment in her life has. And when she returns to the packhouse, three scents wrap around her like chains she never agreed to wear. Three mates: Kael, cold, commanding, certain the world bends to him. Ryker, dangerous, sharp-tongued, and the one who told her to find somewhere else to sleep just hours ago. Soren, quiet, watchful, and somehow the most unsettling of the three. The future Alpha, Beta, and Delta of the pack. The last wolves on earth she would have chosen. Ayla felt the bond and understood exactly what it meant. So she made the only decision that made sense. She ran. But all three of them have her scent now, and they're already coming. She survived thirteen years of silence. Surviving them is going to be something else entirely.”