A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs-Chapter 213: The Most Important Wolf Alive

{Elira}

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The infirmary smelled of herbs and clean linen.

It was quiet in the way only healing places were—soft footsteps, low voices, the faint hum of magic woven into the walls. When I woke properly this time, it wasn’t to blinding light or pain pounding behind my eyes.

It was to laughter.

"Careful," Cambria said warmly. "If I peel this too fast, she’ll scold me when she’s stronger."

"I would never," I murmured, a smile tugging at my lips.

Four familiar faces swam into my vision, and for a moment my chest tightened so hard it almost hurt.

They were here.

I hadn’t realized how afraid I’d been of waking up alone until that moment.

Nari was perched on the edge of a chair, practically vibrating with energy. Juniper sat at my feet, her hands warm as she gently massaged my ankles. Tamryn occupied the corner chair with a book open on her lap, pretending to read while glancing up every few seconds. Cambria stood beside my bed, peeling an apple with careful, deliberate motions, as if it were something precious.

"You scared us," Nari blurted out. "Do you know how long they didn’t let us see you? We were banned like criminals."

I blinked. "Banned?"

Juniper nodded, her fingers never stopping. "While you were unconscious. Healers’ orders."

"I was in a coma longer than I thought," I whispered.

Cambria’s eyes softened. "We tried every day."

Something warm settled in my chest. I lay there quietly, listening—Nari filling the room with noise, Tamryn occasionally correcting her, Juniper grounding everything with her calm presence.

Nari launched straight into it. "Anyway, Regina got destroyed. Publicly. Completely. Expelled. Records wiped. The King got involved. Lady Maren fainted—actually fainted. It was glorious."

I closed my eyes briefly.

Not out of guilt.

Out of relief.

"If I hadn’t been saved in time..." My voice trailed off.

Cambria stopped peeling the apple. "You don’t need to finish that sentence."

I nodded. I felt satisfied—not because Regina fell, but because I lived.

A comfortable silence followed.

Then Cambria cleared her throat.

"So," she said, far too casually, "the triplet professors."

I opened one eye. "What about them?"

"They were... troubled," she said carefully. "When you collapsed."

Nari snorted. "Troubled? They were feral."

Juniper hummed thoughtfully. "It was strange."

Tamryn finally lowered her book. "Everyone else was forbidden from entering. But those three?" She raised a brow. "They went in and out like the infirmary belonged to them."

Cambria nodded. "Barking orders at healers. Arguing about treatments. Sitting by your bed for hours."

My lips curved into a small smile.

My heart felt full—and suddenly heavy.

"I think," I said softly, "it’s time I told you something."

They all went quiet.

I swallowed. "Zenon. Lennon. Rennon." I took a steady breath. "They’re my fated mates."

Silence followed.

Absolute, stunned silence.

Then—

"WHAT?!" Nari screamed.

Tamryn lunged across the space and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Lower. Your. Voice."

Nari’s eyes were wild above Tamryn’s fingers.

Juniper stared at me like I’d just rewritten the laws of existence. Cambria’s mouth opened, closed, then she slowly sat down.

"All three?" Juniper asked at last.

I nodded.

Nari yanked Tamryn’s hand away. "Do you know how unfair that is? Three handsome, powerful professors and you don’t even have to choose?"

"Nari," Cambria warned.

"I said what I said."

I laughed—weak, but real.

Shock gave way to awe, then to happiness.

"That explains everything," Tamryn muttered. "The protectiveness. The panic."

Juniper smiled softly. "You’re safe with them."

I was.

We talked for a long while—about fate, bonds, how strange and overwhelming it all felt. About how terrifying and wonderful life could be.

Then Juniper tilted her head. "Too bad you’re being discharged this afternoon."

My smile faltered. "Discharged?"

"And leaving ESA," she added gently.

The room filled with groans.

"We’ll miss you," Cambria said.

"We’re visiting," Nari declared. "No arguments."

"I’m not disappearing," I reminded them. "I’m just going home to recuperate."

Cambria finished slicing the apple and fed me a piece. It tasted sweet.

"And you’re banned from using your supernatural abilities," she added firmly.

I nodded. "Healers’ orders."

Tamryn stood. "Come on, chatterbox. We’re packing her things."

Nari frowned. "Why me?"

"So your mouth can rest," Tamryn replied calmly, "and Elira can."

She grabbed Nari’s hand and dragged her out of the room.

Their laughter faded down the corridor.

I leaned back against the pillows, my heart full, and the apple sweet on my tongue.

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A Few hours later, the healer signed the final clearance, and just like that, it was over.

I was discharged.

Before I could even process it, the triplets were already there—too close, too solid, too warm for my fragile heart to handle calmly.

Zenon didn’t say a word. He simply stepped forward, slid one arm beneath my knees and the other behind my back, and lifted me as though I weighed nothing at all.

I gasped softly in surprise. "Zenon—"

"I’ve got you," he said quietly.

That was all. No sharp tone, no cold distance. Just certainty.

My arms instinctively curled against his chest, and I became acutely aware of his warmth, his steady breathing, the way his hold never once tightened too much or loosened too little.

He carried me to the wheelchair and lowered me gently, with a care that made something ache behind my ribs.

I liked this version of him, and I liked it far too much.

Lennon flashed me a grin and took over, hands firm on the wheelchair handles. "VIP escort," he said lightly. "Try not to get used to it."

I stifled a chuckle.

Rennon walked beside us, quiet and watchful, his presence grounding me in a way I had come to rely on without realizing it.

As we moved through the infirmary corridors, students and healers paused, eyes following us.

I felt exposed, but also protected, wrapped in the unspoken shield the triplets formed around me.

Outside, sunlight spilt across the stone steps. And there they were. Cambria, Tamryn, Juniper, and Nari stood beside Zenon’s black jeep, waiting.

The moment they saw me, they rushed forward carefully, but with emotion spilling out of them anyway.

Nari hugged me first, arms tight. "You better come back fast," she said, voice wavering. "Because I’m not done bragging about you yet."

Cambria held my hands next, her thumbs brushing over my knuckles. "Eat properly. Rest. Heal."

Juniper smiled softly. "We will visit soon."

Tamryn nodded. "And don’t you dare push yourself."

My throat closed. For a moment, I thought I might cry.

Instead, I smiled brightly, grateful, but still aching. "I will be back," I promised. "I swear it."

They stepped back slowly, still reluctant, still watching me like they wanted to memorize the sight.

Zenon opened the back passenger door of the jeep.

Rennon stepped in smoothly, lifting me from the wheelchair as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He settled me into the seat, adjusted the cushion behind my back, and then carefully fastened the seatbelt.

His smile was gentle. "Comfortable?"

I nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

Lennon folded the wheelchair and placed it neatly in the trunk alongside my things, then shut it with a soft thud.

Rennon climbed in beside me.

Zenon took the driver’s seat while Lennon slid into the front passenger side. Then the engine purred to life.

As the jeep pulled away from ESA’s gates, I turned and waved through the window. My friends waved back, all four figures growing smaller with every passing second.

’I will recover quickly,’ I vowed silently. ’And I will come back.’

At the same time, Selene stirred within me, her voice low and fierce.

"ESA has not seen all that you are yet," she said. "Let them wait. When you return, you will not just be a survivor, you will be a force. The most important wolf alive."