Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 147

**Healing Slowly But Surely**
By R. Joseph

Karma.

Kael.

For what felt like an eternity, I remained frozen in place—not out of choice, but from sheer inability. The agony in my chest was excruciating, as if I had been thrust into the jaws of a relentless crusher. The haunting wails of my mother echoed through the once-quiet compound, piercing the very fabric of my being and shattering something deep within me.

With a heavy heart, I stepped into the house, indifferent to whether anyone trailed behind me. The moment I crossed the threshold, I sank to the floor, abandoning any notion of a chair. The coldness of the tiles seeped into my bones, mirroring the chill that had settled in my soul.

I needed a moment—a sliver of time—to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. Mourning the staggering loss that had just struck me was not merely a task; it was a necessity. First, we had faced financial ruin, and then Leilani had slipped through our fingers. Now, our father had joined the ranks of the departed, leaving us before he could even catch a glimpse of our faces one last time.

I clutched my chest, feeling the weight of despair, yet no tears came forth to release the pent-up anguish. What was more distressing than the pain itself was the realization that we had reached the depths of despair—figuratively, literally, and in every conceivable sense.

The restraining order we had all signed loomed over us like a dark cloud, severing our connection with Leilani. And now, with our father gone, we were cornered into accepting our sham of a marriage with Chalice, or risk losing everything we had left.

My hands cradled my face, and I wept silently into them, my body trembling as frantic thoughts swirled chaotically in my mind.

It wasn’t long before my brothers and mother entered the room, their expressions shifting from shock to concern upon seeing me in such a state. They rushed to my side, wrapping their arms around me, their warmth a feeble attempt to console the storm raging within.

Growing up, my father had been the only one who didn’t see us merely as triplets. He had chosen me, the eldest, to be groomed for the throne. From that point on, an unbreakable bond had formed between us, one that had led me to accompany him on countless trips and business meetings. I had even been entrusted with the title of ‘acting Alpha’ during his extended absences, a role I had embraced with pride.

As memories flooded my mind, my shoulders shook violently, and tears streamed down my face, threatening to blind me with their intensity.

In that moment, my mother enveloped me in a fierce embrace, pulling me into a hug so tight that it felt as if she was trying to shield me from the world. Perhaps it was that very act of love that finally broke me, for I began to sob uncontrollably. My cries echoed through the house, raw and unrestrained, as I grappled with the monstrous emotions that threatened to consume me.

We wept together for what felt like an eternity, and by the time our tears subsided, it was as if every ounce of strength had been siphoned from our bodies.

“Just like you drained Leilani’s blood,” my wolf interjected bitterly, but I quickly shut him out, unwilling to add guilt to the overwhelming burden weighing down on me.

Shaking off those thoughts, I lifted my gaze to my mother and whispered the one question I had dreaded asking. “So, when is his funeral?”

At that, she froze, a look of realization washing over her as the gravity of our loss settled in. A fresh wave of anguish escaped her lips, and she shook her head vehemently, her body trembling as she muttered, “I don’t know… I really don’t know.”

“Mom—”

“All I know is that he’s in the morgue now, and he always wanted to be buried on his island,” she replied, tears streaming down her face.

“That means we’ll all be traveling soon, right?” Zevran interjected, but before I could respond, my mother cut in.

“Yes, but not without your wife. I don’t care if you don’t love her or if she’s a fox; you must take her with you!”

Zevran shot up, his expression darkening as he growled, “Why?”

“For appearances!” my mother insisted, her tone firm. “That is the only way to counter the ‘broken marriage’ rumors circulating through the family.”

A frown creased my brow. “No.”

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