A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs Chapter 6: The Unbreakable Bond

{Elira}

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The clearing erupted.

People shouted over each other, their words clashing mid-air like a hundred arrows launched at once.

"What is going on?"

"Did the Moon Goddess really pair them with her?"

"No... this must be a mistake."

"All three? Is this a joke?"

"I feel like I’m watching a play—what kind of twisted bond is this?"

"Soone, check the high priest. Maybe he got the rituals wrong."

I stood still in the centre, surrounded by noise and disbelief, caught between fate, fire, and the three Alpha heirs who now belonged to .

I didn’t pray for this. I never did.

The triplets hadn’t moved. The weight of their presence hung like fog around , yet I felt completely exposed and alone.

I heard soone mutter nearby, "And the worst part? She’s Regina’s cousin."

That whisper hurt more than the laughter when I fell.

My hands clenched at my sides.

Then, suddenly, Zenon stepped forward. "I—"

Just one word, spoken loud and clear, and the chaos quieted instantly.

All eyes turned to him. Even the crowd at the back leaned forward.

Lennon’s jaw tightened. His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say sothing. But then, he shut his mouth and looked away.

Zenon’s face was unreadable. His fists clenched once, then loosened. He looked at . Not with longing. Not with rage. Just... cold decision.

Then he spoke again.

"I, Zenon Ashford, reject you, Elira Shaw, as my mate."

A pause followed. A horrible, stretching pause.

I held my breath. I braced myself for pain—expected sothing sharp to slice through the bond, to rip sothing from deep inside .

But nothing happened.

I blinked. I was still standing, still breathing.

And the bond? It was still intact.

The silence stretched too long. Then gasps rippled through the pack like a wave of realization.

"It didn’t work..."

"She didn’t flinch."

"Did the bond... not break?"

Zenon’s fists tightened again. His jaw locked. His body stiffened like soone who had just lost control of sothing vital.

Lennon looked stunned. He glanced at and then at Zenon.

Rennon... sighed. Long. Deep. Almost tired.

Then, more chaos erupted.

"He rejected her, and the bond stayed?"

"How is this possible?"

"Has this ever happened before?"

My knees nearly buckled from the weight of attention. I was still processing what it all ant when I felt a sudden yank on my arm.

Regina.

Tears stread down her face as she grabbed , her nails digging into my skin. She clung to like a drowning woman.

"I’ve been nothing but good to you," she cried, loud enough for everyone to hear. "And this is how you repay ? You had the heart to disgrace in front of so many important people—how could you cast a spell on the Alpha heirs?"

Gasps echoed from every corner. My eyes widened.

What...?

"R-Regina—what are you saying?" I tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let go. Her nails dug deeper. My skin burned under her grip.

"Let go," I said through gritted teeth.

But she didn’t.

"Do you think this will make you Luna?" she hissed under her breath in a voice that only I could hear. "You will always be a shadow. My shadow."

"I didn’t do anything," I explained before anyone could get the wrong idea, just like Regina wanted, while at the sa ti, trying again to shake her off. "This isn’t my fault."

She yanked harder. "Liar."

The crowd’s whispers grew louder. Confusion, fear, suspicion.

Then—

"Silence!"

The voice thundered across the clearing like a wave crashing through glass.

Everyone turned. Heads snapped in the sa direction as a path began to clear.

Alpha Cyprus stood tall and imposing at the edge of the ring, with my uncle, Beta Marc, at his side. They had walked in together.

The noise died instantly.

Regina’s fingers slipped from my arms imdiately. Then she stepped backwards.

I clutched my wrist and turned, my pulse still racing from what Regina just tried to do.

Alpha Cyprus moved with calm authority. He didn’t wear jewels or armour, just a simple black tunic and a silver ring that marked his lineage. Yet he radiated power with every breath.

He had a few strands of grey hair sticking out from his head and his short beard.

The last ti I saw him this close was the day of my parents’ funeral. He had touched my shoulder, sighed, and walked away. Nothing more. No words. And he hadn’t stayed longer than five minutes.

Now, his voice was clear and resolute.

"There is no enchantnt or spell that can influence or alter what is destined by the Moon Goddess on this sacred night."

The words were firm, like a warning.

But Lady Maren wasn’t having it. She stepped forward, visibly shaking with fury.

"What about the engagent, Alpha?" she demanded. "What about the promise and discussions between my daughter and your heir?"

Alpha Cyprus clasped his hands behind his back.

"It no longer matters. The Moon Goddess has spoken. The engagent cannot continue."

My heart jumped. I turned slightly toward Regina, who looked as if her legs might give way.

Lady Maren’s mouth fell open. "You gave us your word!"

"Maren," Uncle Marc said, quietly but sternly.

It was the first ti he had spoken since he arrived. I looked at him, searching his face. I didn’t know what he was thinking. I didn’t know if he blad like his wife and daughter.

Lady Maren ignored him.

"My daughter trained for this!" she shouted. "She has prepared for five years! And now, in front of the entire pack, you humiliate us?"

Alpha Cyprus didn’t blink. "I would rather let my word fall to the ground than offend the Moon Goddess."

Lady Maren tried to speak, but he raised a hand.

"I cannot go against fate. If I do, how would I face my people and lead with honour?"

Lady Maren stood frozen.

Alpha Cyprus’s next words were calm, but final.

"If you have a problem, I suggest you take it up with the Moon Goddess. My hands are tied."

Gasps rippled from the crowd.

"So... the engagent has been annulled? Just like that?"

"T-this situation... Regina looks so pale."

Lady Maren looked shocked. But how could she accept this fate that had threatened her plans, goals, and reputation?

She turned to Uncle Marc, gripped his arm, and pointed at Regina.

"Our daughter doesn’t deserve this injustice and humiliation," she whispered hoarsely. "Say sothing. Help her."

But he didn’t move or speak.

I looked at the triplets. They had stepped back. None of them stood beside now.

I wasn’t sure if that was relief or rejection.

Then my eyes found Regina again. Her hands were clenched into fists. Her eyes, red and burning, were locked on .

I knew that look. She hated now, more than ever.

And for once... I pitied her.

But I also blad her for spreading news about the engagent too soon, for believing the world owed her the title of Luna before it was ever earned.

I swayed slightly as a wave of dizziness suddenly hit . I tried to steady myself. I stepped back, placing a hand on my forehead.

Alpha Cyprus’s voice echoed sowhere above the fog:

"From this day forward, as my sons’ mate, Elira Shaw will be under my protection."

"No!" Regina scread. "This can’t be! It should be !"

The crowd roared. Voices overlapped. So cheered, so protested.

I couldn’t hear them anymore as the dizziness grew worse. The ground tilted. My vision dimd, my ears rang, and my legs gave way.

And then, arms, firm and steady, caught on ti.

The scent of oud and pepper filled my nose as everything went blank.