Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 149 - our child

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~Lisa’s POV

The hall was glowing with lights, and the cheers of the crowd filled every corner. I stood a little off to the side with the other maids, my hands folded in front of . My eyes followed Belinda as the crown was placed gently on her head. She looked stunning, radiant, even. The whole pack bowed their heads, and I felt my throat tighten a little.

"She really looks like a queen," one maid whispered beside .

Another maid smiled faintly. "She does."

But instead of sharing my joy, the other maids looked at differently. Their eyes dropped down to the simple gown I wore, the one Damon had given earlier. It wasn’t fancy, but it was new, soft, and it hugged my belly just enough to remind of the life growing inside.

"Look at her dress," another maid muttered, loud enough for to hear. "Trying to outshine us as if she belongs with them."

A few of them giggled.

"She only looks special because Damon pities her," one added. "No wonder she thinks she’s better than us."

Their words stung, sharp and cruel. I kept my head down, gripping my fingers together. My heart ached, but I tried not to let them see it. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of watching break.

Inside, though, I whispered to myself: Just endure it, Lisa. It doesn’t matter what they say.

Still, their voices chipped at .

"She thinks wearing silk will make her different," one scoffed.

I swallowed hard. My chest burned. I wanted to turn and leave, but I stayed rooted.

Then, suddenly, everything shifted.

"Lisa."

I froze, my heart leaping at the sound of his voice. Damon.

I turned slowly, and there he was, tall, proud, his eyes searching only for even in the middle of the crowd. The mont his gaze landed on , all the whispers of the maids fell silent. He walked toward , ignoring everyone else, and stopped right at my side.

"Why are you standing here alone?" he asked softly.

I blinked quickly, forcing away the tears that had threatened. "I didn’t want to disturb. And I had nothing to do than to enjoy the events.."

Damon glanced briefly toward the stage where Belinda stood, smiling with her new crown. Then he turned back to . His jaw clenched. "I should be with you."

My heart twisted. I shook my head quickly. "No. Damon, you should be with Belinda tonight, not . She needs you more than I do. She’s Luna now."

But his answer ca fast, steady, and without hesitation. "You are the one carrying our child, Lisa. That ans you need more. Tonight, and every night."

My lips parted, but no words ca out. I felt sothing hot sting the back of my eyes. His words wrapped around , soft and fierce at the sa ti. I guessed I was being emotional becaus of my pregnancy.

Instead, he reached out and touched my arm gently. "Co. You shouldn’t be standing here."

I whispered, still trying to argue though my voice trembled, "But what will people say if you leave Belinda and walk away?"

"They can say what they want," Damon said firmly. His eyes didn’t waver.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding like a drum. Slowly, I nodded.

As the ceremony drew to a close and the cheers filled the air again, Damon stayed beside . He didn’t leave once. When the last words were spoken and the crowd began to scatter, he bent slightly and whispered near my ear, "Let’s go."

He took my hand, strong, warm, and led out of the hall. I felt the eyes of others on us, but I kept my gaze down.

When we reached his room, he opened the door quietly and guided in. The mont I stepped inside, I sighed in relief. The air was calr here, softer, away from judging eyes.

"Sit," Damon said gently.

I hesitated, then obeyed. But instead of letting perch awkwardly on the edge, he leaned down and scooped into his arms. My eyes widened, my breath catching.

"Damon..."

"Shh," he murmured, carrying toward the bed. "Let take care of you."

He laid down so carefully, as if I were fragile glass. Then he sat beside , his hand brushing my hair back from my face. My chest felt warm, a lump rising in my throat.

Damon’s eyes softened. He placed his palm gently on my stomach, rubbing in slow circles. "This," he said quietly, "is what matters most. You. Our child."

Tears filled my eyes. I let out a shaky breath. "I... I don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl yet."

He smiled faintly, his thumb brushing across my skin. "It doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, I want the child to be like you."

I blinked, startled. "Like ?"

"Yes." His voice was steady, warm. "Kind. Gentle. Strong in ways most people don’t see. I want our child to have your heart, Lisa."

I pressed a hand to my mouth, my chest tightening with emotion. "Damon..."

He leaned closer, whispering, "Do you already have a na in mind?"

I shook my head quickly. "No. I...I don’t. I was waiting until I knew if it’s a boy or girl. I didn’t want to hope too much."

Damon chuckled softly, the sound deep and comforting. "Then let’s think together."

I smiled through my tears. "Okay."

We lay there, side by side, his hand never leaving my tummy.

"What if it’s a boy?" he asked.

I thought for a mont. "Hmm... maybe sothing simple. Like Alex."

"Alex," Damon repeated, testing the sound. He shook his head playfully. "Too plain. What about Adrian?"

I laughed softly. "Adrian? That sounds too bold."

He grinned. "Then it fits. He’ll be bold like ."

I nudged him gently. "Or stubborn like you."

We both laughed quietly.

"And if it’s a girl?" Damon asked after a mont, his voice low and thoughtful, like he was already picturing her in his mind.

I hesitated, my fingers brushing against my belly. Then I whispered softly, almost shyly, "I always liked the na Elena."

Damon’s eyes softened instantly, the hard edges of him lting as if the na itself had touched sothing deep inside him. "Elena," he repeated slowly, as though savoring it. "Beautiful. Just like you."

Heat rose to my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze, embarrassed but unable to stop the tiny smile tugging at my lips. "Stop," I murmured, half hiding my face against his chest.

"I an it," he said, not letting escape his gaze. He leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to my temple, lingering just long enough for to feel how serious he was.

I let out a soft sigh, curling slightly toward him, comforted by the weight of his arm around . "What if she’s shy, like ?" I asked quietly, almost worried.

Damon chuckled softly, brushing his thumb across my stomach in slow circles. "Then she’ll be perfect. Shy or bold, stubborn or gentle... she’ll be ours. And I’ll love her the sa."

My heart tightened, full and aching at the sa ti. "You make it sound so easy."

"It is," he whispered, eyes steady on mine. "Because she’ll be a piece of you, and that’s all I could ever want."