A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs-Chapter 19: Whole Again

{Elira}

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It had been two weeks since Regina poured scalding water on me.

But what haunted me most in the quiet moments wasn’t the pain.

It was Lennon’s kiss.

Warm, steady, and heartbreakingly gentle—like a promise whispered against my trembling lips. A promise that, for once, I wasn’t alone.

It felt... safe. Too safe. Too soft for someone like me, who had forgotten what softness felt like.

That memory played in my head every night, soothing the ache of burned skin and bandaged eyes.

I could still feel the brush of his thumb near my cheek, the salt of my tears caught between us.

Today, the bandages were finally coming off.

My heart pounded painfully as I sat in front of the vanity. The pack doctor had wrapped both eyes, not just my injured left one, saying it would help it heal.

But what if it hadn’t?

What if the first thing I saw today was darkness on my left side?

These two weeks had crawled by painfully slow. A servant helped me with everything: brushing my teeth, bathing me, dressing me, even guiding food to my lips.

And yet... every day, Lennon and Rennon came. Sometimes together, sometimes separately. Just sitting near me, talking about ordinary things, until the world outside the bandage didn’t seem so far away.

"Miss Elira," my servant’s voice tugged me back. "Your hair is done. Let me walk you to your chair."

She guided me gently to sit before the vanity. I ran trembling fingers over my lap, remembering the first day I noticed something different—how the servant’s fingers slipped too easily through my hair.

She’d told me my hair had been trimmed to even out the hacked strands.

I’d never asked who had cut it. I’d simply assumed it had been one of the servants.

But deep down, part of me knew Lennon and Rennon must have seen how awful it looked that day when they rescued me.

A sigh escaped my lips.

Then, three soft knocks at the door.

The servant excused herself to answer it.

Before they even stepped in, I knew. Lennon and Rennon. Their steps were different but familiar—one firm, one quieter and measured.

"Good morning, Elira," Lennon greeted, warmth in his tone as they walked to either side of me.

"How was your night?" Rennon’s voice followed, softer.

"I-It was smooth." I swallowed. "Good morning."

"Ready to see your face again?" Lennon teased gently, but I could hear the careful concern hiding underneath.

I tried to steady my voice, but my fingers betrayed me—they trembled so badly my palms barely rested still.

Then, a warm hand covered mine. Large, steady. Rennon. My shaking slowed almost immediately.

"Yes," I breathed, barely above a whisper.

"Draw the curtains," Lennon instructed the servant.

Fabric rustled, and I imagined the dim light settling over the room.

I felt careful fingers at the back of my head as the bandage loosened, layer by layer, and finally fell away.

"Alright, Elira," Lennon said softly, closer now. "Slowly open your eyes. Let them adjust."

I gripped Rennon’s hand tighter, grounding myself.

My right eye fluttered open first. The dimness still felt sharp, and I winced, closing it again.

"Take your time," Lennon coaxed. "You’ve been in darkness for two weeks."

I tried again, forcing my lashes apart. The light stabbed at first, but slowly, my vision settled. Shapes formed. Colours bled back in.

Then, trembling, I opened my left eye.

My heart stopped.

I could see.

The room, the shape of Rennon beside me, the faint reflection of Lennon’s silhouette. I blinked rapidly, adjusting, then lifted my gaze to the mirror.

My breath caught.

The burns... they were gone.

"The burn marks," I whispered, fingers brushing over the smooth skin of my left cheek. "They’re gone."

"Yes," Lennon’s voice was low, gentler than I’d ever heard. "We didn’t tell you."

"We wanted you to see for yourself," Rennon added, his thumb brushing lightly across my knuckles.

Tears gathered in my eyes before I could stop them, blurring the reflection.

Uncle Marc had visited me twice in the two weeks that followed. He had apologized each time, but I hadn’t spoken a word to him. I couldn’t. Not yet. But deep inside, I never truly blamed him.

And now... seeing my healed face felt like I was made whole again.

"Don’t cry," Lennon murmured, stepping closer. His hands settled on my shoulders, grounding me. "It’s breakfast time."

Rennon handed me a soft handkerchief. I dabbed my eyes, then wiped the tears properly.

"I’m sorry," I whispered, glancing shyly at Rennon. "For ruining your handkerchief."

"It’s just a piece of cloth," he murmured back, slipping it into his pocket.

They each offered an arm, and together, we walked to the dining hall.

The moment we stepped in, I felt the weight of eyes on me.

Alpha Cyprus’s gaze lit up with relief and warmth. Luna Gwenith’s eyes, as always, were cold and sharp, like a blade turned inward.

Zenon’s gaze lingered, unreadable and silent, barely meeting mine.

"Good morning, Alpha. Good morning, Luna," I greeted, dipping my head.

Alpha Cyprus’s voice was soft, filled with pride. "Elira, it warms my heart to see you well again. Come, sit."

Lennon and Rennon guided me to my chair. One pulled it out. The other helped me sit. The tenderness burned my cheeks, but my heart fluttered in a way I couldn’t name.

Then, they took their seats across from me.

Alpha Cyprus blessed the food, then gestured for everyone to eat.

Two small glasses of green liquid sat in front of me. Bitter medicine mixed with herbs, the healer had prescribed.

Even though I was well now, I still had to finish the complete dosage.

Rennon leaned slightly closer. "Eat half your food first," he reminded gently, "then drink the medicine. Use the rest of your food to clear the taste."

I nodded, smiling faintly. "Thank you."

Bit by bit, I tasted warm rice, broth, and tender meat. My appetite felt stronger than it had in weeks.

Halfway through, Alpha Cyprus’s voice rose above the clink of cutlery.

"Elira," he said, his tone kind but firm, "let’s discuss your education."

My heart leapt. We were supposed to talk about it the same day I had the accident.

Then he asked the question that froze me mid-breath:

"Would you like to attend the Elite Supernatural Academy?"

ESA. The most prestigious academy for wolves with gifts and wolves from powerful families.

A place where someone like me—a forgotten omega, an orphan—should never even dream of setting foot.

"I... Alpha, I..."

My words tangled. But somewhere inside, something whispered:

"You have paid your dues, Elira. Now, this is the time to shine."

My wolf.

Wait... was that really her?

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