Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 257 - out there

257

~Thorne’s POV

The ground shook beneath , but I hadn’t moved. The glass goblet on my table cracked, and before I could blink, it shattered completely.

I froze, staring at it, my pulse racing.

"This.... It’s not real?" I whispered.

I looked around the room. Nothing else moved.

Then it happened again. The chair in front of shifted slightly, without touching it.

"No," I muttered, stepping back. "That’s impossible."

I clenched my fists, breathing fast. I could feel it, a strange pull, like invisible threads in the air that I could tug if I just... thought hard enough. My mind was spinning.

I took a slow breath, focused on the chair again.

Move.

And it did.

It scraped loudly across the stone floor and stopped right in front of .

I stumbled back, eyes wide. "What in the goddess’ na..."

My wolf stirred restlessly inside . You feel that too, don’t you? I asked him silently.

He growled low. Power. Old power.

I swallowed hard. "But where did it co from?"

Before I could make sense of it, I caught it again, Lisa’s scent. Faint at first, then sharp, strong, familiar. My whole body went still.

"Lisa," I breathed.

Her scent filled the air, wild, pure, and strange. My wolf growled again, restless, pacing inside my head.

"She’s close," he said. "I can feel her."

"I know," I murmured, clenching my fists. "But this isn’t normal. Why her? Why now?"

My wolf didn’t answer, only howled inside , demanding we find her.

I turned toward the open window, staring out into the dark forest stretching beyond the palace walls. The moonlight glowed faintly over the trees, and the wind carried her scent again, stronger this ti.

I couldn’t explain it, but I knew the truth deep down. This new power, this strange surge in my blood, it all began when her scent reached .

I ran my hand through my hair, my mind spinning. "But why her? Who is she to ?"

My father had never told about having a sister, and the kind of pull I felt wasn’t that of a mate. It was strange, strong, familiar, and warm, but not the kind of warmth that burned like desire. It was different. Calr. Deeper. Like a heartbeat that echoed in mine.

I rember vividly that my father had always told my mother died giving birth to . That story was carved into my heart for as long as I could rember. It was all I knew. She was gone. Dead. Buried. And her na, her real na, was sothing we never spoke of. My father made sure of that.

He’d always been distant when it ca to her. I could still see his face in my mory, those cold gray eyes turning even colder whenever I asked.

"Father, who was she really?" I had asked when I was younger, maybe twelve. I rember sitting by the fire, clutching a small wooden wolf carving I’d made. "Why can’t you tell about her?"

He’d paused for a long mont, then looked at like I’d just cursed his na. "Because she is gone. That’s all you need to know, Thorne."

"But..." I had tried to push further. I just wanted to know sothing. Anything.

His hand hit the table, and the sound made flinch. "No buts," he said sharply. "You have a mother now. My true mate, Selene. She is your mother."

"She’s not my mother!" I had shouted back then, my voice breaking halfway through. "She’s not!"

The silence that followed was heavier than any beating. My father didn’t yell again. He just stood there, staring at like I had betrayed him. Like I was a stranger.

I rember the cold days that ca after that, how he stopped talking to for weeks. How I’d walk past him in the hall, and he wouldn’t even look at . How I’d eat alone, train alone, and sleep with that ache in my chest. That was my punishnt. Not words. Not whips. Just being invisible.

That was the day I learned to bury my questions. To swallow them like poison and pretend they never existed.

Now, years later, standing by the sa window in the Alpha’s quarters, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had lied. That he had hidden sothing much bigger than I could ever imagine.

I sighed, dragging my hand down my face. "So what are you hiding from , Father?" I muttered under my breath.

My wolf stirred restlessly in my mind. This is crazy,right?

"Yes," I whispered. "But it’s not the way I feel a mate."

Then what is it?

"I don’t know." I walked to the window, staring into the distance where the forest t the sky. "It’s deeper. Familiar. Like I’ve known her all my life... but never t her."

My chest tightened. It didn’t make sense. No one had ever made feel that way before, not even my mate, Racheal, who everyone expected to claim soday. This was different. Wilder.

A heavy knock echoed through my door, breaking my thoughts. "Alpha Thorne," a voice called. "We just received word from Beta Luke. He’s on his way back from the western borders."

"Good," I said sharply. My voice sounded rough even to my own ears. "Tell him I want him in my study the mont he arrives."

"Yes, Alpha!"

When the guard left, I stayed there, staring out the window again. I could still feel that energy in the air, that strange, invisible force that had made the glasses on my desk shatter earlier. It was still humming under my skin, like static waiting to explode.

I clenched my fist, testing the pull again, and the crescent tattoo flickered faintly, glowing for a brief mont. My heart skipped.

My wolf’s voice was calm but heavy. Maybe she’s blood.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. "Blood?"

Recognition. The word hit hard.

I sank into my chair, my mind spinning. If she was blood... if she was truly connected to that way... then that ant my father had lied all my life.

My fists tightened. "Why would he hide her?" I muttered. "Why would he pretend she doesn’t exist?"

My wolf didn’t answer. But I could feel the unease in him, the sa confusion twisting in my chest.

I looked out again, eyes scanning the horizon where the faint scent lingered in the wind, that sa scent that felt like ho and pain all at once.

"She’s out there," I said quietly, my voice trembling just slightly. "And sohow, I know she’s looking for too."