Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets

Chapter 322 - your answer

322

~Lisa’s POV

The torches glowed brighter than before, their flames dancing in strange, beautiful patterns, almost as if they were celebrating too. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine filled the air once more, and laughter began to rise, cautious at first, then louder, freer.

Thorne turned to the musicians and nodded. "Play," he said firmly, his voice steady but his eyes still overshadowed with emotion.

The music swelled. People began to move again, talking, clapping, smiling, though every few seconds, I could still feel their eyes on me. It wasn’t fear anymore. It was something else. Reverence. Respect.

I turned to Lira, who was finally standing beside me again. "They’re still watching," I whispered, half embarrassed, half overwhelmed.

She smiled softly, her eyes warm. "They’re not just watching, Lisa. They’re seeing hope."

"Hope?" I repeated quietly.

"Yes," she said. "For years, witches and wolves have been divided. The covens scattered. The packs broken by pride. But tonight..." She gestured around at the mix of faces, wolves standing beside witches, guards beside healers, everyone smiling, drinking, laughing together. "Tonight, they saw something impossible."

I followed her gaze. She was right. The air didn’t feel heavy anymore. It felt... united. Alive.

Thorne came up beside me, grinning now, his earlier shock replaced with pride. "Looks like my sister knows how to throw a party," he teased.

I laughed softly. "I didn’t do anything."

"You existed," he said, lifting his cup. "That’s enough."

I rolled my eyes but clinked my cup gently against his. "To peace then," I said.

He smiled. "To peace, and to my sister, the one who somehow managed to make fire bend to her will and hearts bow without command."

Lira chuckled behind us. "Don’t flatter her too much, Alpha. She might start glowing brighter than the torches."

"I can hear you," I said, laughing.

"Good," Lira replied with a playful grin.

The music got louder, and before I knew it, a group of young wolves and witches pulled us toward the center of the courtyard. "Dance with us, my lady!" one of them said.

I hesitated, but Thorne gave me a gentle push. "Go on. You deserve this."

So I did.

I danced. I laughed. I let myself forget for a little while that the prophecy hung over my head like a crown made of fire. The air was warm, the laughter real.

Lira joined in too, spinning gracefully, her gown fluttering around her. The flames seemed to follow her movements, twisting and curling like ribbons. Everyone cheered, and Thorne clapped his hands, his laughter echoing through the night.

At one point, he came over and whispered, "Our mother would be proud of you."

I froze for just a second, then smiled faintly. "I hope so."

He nodded. "I know so."

As the night deepened, stars filled the sky, bright, endless, watching. The moon hung large and silver above us, bathing the courtyard in its glow.

I looked up at it and whispered softly, "Thank you."

Lira must’ve heard because she smiled knowingly. "The Moon Goddess is watching, Lisa. She always has been."

I looked around one last time, at Thorne laughing with the warriors, at the witches sharing food with the wolves, at Lira smiling with pride, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest.

The laughter and music slowly faded behind me as I walked away from the courtyard. I just needed a little air, a little quiet after everything that had happened.

The night was cool, and the moon hung high, its light silvering the path ahead. The soft sound of crickets filled the silence, and the scent of wet grass mixed with the lingering smell of smoke from the torches.

My dress brushed lightly against my ankles as I walked, the cool breeze making it sway. I didn’t even realize where my feet were leading me until I heard it, the gentle murmur of running water.

I smiled faintly. The stream.

It felt alive, as if it could listen, as if it could carry my thoughts somewhere far away.

I knelt by the bank, letting my fingers dip into the water. It was cold and smooth, rippling softly against my skin. I traced small circles, watching how the moon’s reflection trembled with each movement.

For a moment, I just sat there quietly, breathing. Then, without really thinking, I began to hum an old tune, one Lira used to teach me during training. The words slipped out naturally, turning into a soft chant. The air around me moved slightly, and the water began to glow faintly, swirling in rhythm with my voice.

Magic. Pure and gentle.

I smiled sadly and whispered, "You remember me, don’t you?" as if the water could answer.

Silence. Just the rustle of leaves and the whisper of wind.

Then I sighed and said softly, "I miss him."

The words came out fragile, almost like a secret. "I miss Damon."

I lifted my gaze to the moon, my chest tightening. "I wonder how he’s doing," I murmured, more to myself than to anyone else.

The wind stirred gently, brushing against my hair like a quiet reply. I could almost imagine it carrying my words far away, over forests, over mountains, maybe even to wherever he was.

I closed my eyes. Images of him filled my mind, his sharp eyes, his half-smile, that quiet confidence he carried like armor. I remembered the way his voice sounded when he called my name, low and steady.

"Are you alright, Damon?" I whispered. "Do you still think of me the way I think of you?"

My throat tightened.

The water rippled again, and for a brief second, I thought I saw something in it, a shadow, a faint outline of his face. My heart skipped. But when I blinked, it was gone.

"Maybe it’s just me," I whispered with a soft, broken laugh. "Maybe I’m just tired."

I drew a small rune in the water, a simple symbol for connection, one Lira had taught me some days ago. It moved faintly before fading away.

"If you can hear me," I whispered, "just... be safe. That’s all I ask."

The breeze picked up again, carrying the faint scent of pine and rain. For a moment, I could almost feel warmth on my cheek, as if someone had brushed their fingers there.

I smiled through the sting in my eyes. "I’ll take that as your answer," I said quietly.

Then I stood up, dusted off my dress, and looked once more at the glowing water.

I turned to leave, still lost in thought, when a calm voice behind me made me freeze.

"Then why can’t you go back to him, Lisa?"