A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs Chapter 41: First Day

{Elira}

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The soft morning light filtered into my room, falling across the mirror where I stood, dressed in my brand-new ESA uniform.

Tailored. Crisp. Immaculately ironed and packaged in threes when it arrived two days ago.

It should have filled with pride and excitent.

Instead, my heart felt like a stone in my chest.

Luna Gwenith’s words still clung to like a stubborn shadow, curling coldly around my ribs and squeezing every bit of joy from my lungs.

I barely recognized myself anymore—wasn’t this supposed to be the happiest morning of my life?

All I could think was: Just get through today, Elira. Just today.

By the ti I reached the dining hall, everyone was already seated.

I lowered my gaze, offered my greeting, and took my seat—one chair away from Luna Gwenith.

Her silence was sohow heavier than words, and I forced myself to keep my breathing steady.

Alpha Cyprus’s warm voice cut through the thick air.

"You look lovely this morning, Elira. First day of school—congratulations. Make us proud."

I managed a faint smile and thanked him, feeling his kindness like a small fla flickering inside .

He prayed for the food, and everyone picked up their cutlery.

I couldn’t bring myself to eat properly, so I reached for an apple and bit into it quietly.

Across from , Lennon’s boyish grin lit up the table.

"Eat properly," he teased gently. "You will need the energy today—even nerves burn calories."

I nodded, the apple suddenly tasting a little less bitter.

In the middle of breakfast, Alpha Cyprus handed a sealed envelope. "This is your pocket money for the month," he said, his voice gentle. "If you need more, Zenon, Lennon, or Rennon will handle it."

The ntion of them being so ready to provide for made my chest tighten with a strange warmth—and guilt, too.

At that, Luna Gwenith pushed her chair back and left without a word.

I could feel her cold displeasure lingering in the air, but Alpha Cyprus’s next words pulled back.

"Don’t hesitate to go to any of your mates for anything you need. And if you face any problem, they will help you sort it out."

Zenon’s gaze didn’t even et mine; he acted like he hadn’t even heard his na being ntioned, his expression as remote as ever.

Yet beside him, Lennon and Rennon smiled encouragingly.

I nodded and murmured my thanks from the depths of my heart. Alpha Cyprus smiled warmly. "Eat now," he urged.

After breakfast, Lennon glanced at the clock. "Ti to leave," he announced.

I stood, thanked Alpha Cyprus again, and followed Lennon and Rennon outside. Zenon had left the table monts earlier—quietly, as always.

The morning breeze brushed my face as we stepped into the driveway.

I saw a servant carefully loading my new luggage pieces—two matching suitcases and a smaller bag—into the back of Zenon’s sleek black G-Wagon.

Beside it, Lennon’s black Ninja bike stood waiting, almost humming with quiet energy. And behind them, Rennon’s elegant black rcedes.

Then Lennon called my na.

He stepped closer, holding sothing small wrapped in a beautiful lemon-green phone case.

I blinked, surprised.

"It’s yours," he said, his grin easy and warm. "A gift from and my brothers—for your first day at ESA."

My lips parted in shock. "Even... Zenon?" I couldn’t keep the question from my eyes.

Lennon chuckled softly. "Yes—even him," he confird, as if it cost Zenon sothing heavy, but he’d done it anyway.

"You’ll need it," Lennon added lightly. "To reach us anyti—and don’t worry, our numbers are already saved."

Rennon’s calr voice followed. "Take it, Elira," he said gently.

I took it, fingers trembling slightly, and murmured, "Thank you... truly."

"You’re our mate," Lennon replied, brushing it off as if it was nothing. "It’s our job to provide for you, and make sure you never lack anything."

The weight of his words pressed on in a soft, comforting way.

Then Lennon leaned down, planting a warm kiss on the corner of my lips.

I felt my face heat up and lowered my gaze, embarrassed but oddly happy.

When I looked up, Lennon was already walking toward his bike.

Then my thoughts quickly went to Zenon, wondering where he was. And that was when the engine of his jeep roared to life, as if to tell where he was.

Then, Rennon stepped closer and handed a folded paper. "This is your itinerary for the day," he explained. "So you know what to expect—even though soone will guide you. I worked on it last night."

His thoughtfulness touched deeply.

"Thank you," I whispered, clutching it to my chest as we walked towards the vehicles.

Then Lennon, helt in hand, called out, "Want to ride with instead?"

The breeze ruffled his hair, his grin carefree and teasing.

Before I could answer, the front passenger window of the G-Wagon rolled down.

Zenon’s cool voice cut in, edged with quiet impatience.

"Are you waiting for to open the door for you?"

I startled and quickly shook my head, telling Lennon softly, "I will ride with your brother."

He nodded, still grinning, and turned toward his bike.

I hurried to the passenger side of the jeep, opened the door, and climbed in.

Zenon’s oud and black pepper scent filled my senses instantly, a reminder of things I dared not na.

I lifted the phone slightly. "Thank you... for this," I said, voice barely above a whisper.

Zenon’s eyes flicked to the phone, then back to the windshield, saying nothing. Yet sohow, even that felt like an answer.

My black leather backpack, matching my luggage, was already on my seat. I tucked my new phone safely inside, fastened my seatbelt, and felt the window roll up beside .

Zenon shifted the gear, and we pulled away from the driveway.

As the gates of the Alpha’s residence disappeared behind us, part of silently wished that the sester would stretch on forever—anything to delay coming back to Luna Gwenith.

In the middle of the drive, Lennon’s bike suddenly pulls up alongside Zenon’s jeep. I watch, heart tight in my chest, as he rides closer and closer—then salutes us with two fingers before speeding ahead, his figure rging with the road ahead like a black streak of wind.