My Triplet Alphas

The space between

Cassidy’s POV (While in a Coma)

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There is no sound. No light. No pain.

Just stillness.

And for the first time since I was taken… I’m not afraid.

At first, I think this is death. Maybe I’ve finally slipped too far. Maybe my body gave out, and now I’ve joined my husband wherever he is. That thought—that hope—makes something in my chest ache.

But then the stillness begins to hum, like the air itself is alive. A soft glow appears in the dark, and with it, warmth—like moonlight on skin after a bitter winter.

I lift my head.

She stands before me in a gown of stars, her silver hair glowing, her presence both terrifying and comforting. Her eyes are endless and ancient, holding storms and serenity all at once.

“You are not dead, Cassidy,” she says gently. “But you are close.”

I try to speak, but my throat feels tight. My hands tremble.

“Where… where am I?” My voice sounds smaller here.

“Between,” she answers. “Between what was and what must be.”

A sob chokes out of me before I can stop it.

“My husband… he’s gone. I watched them kill him.” I clutch my chest, my knees buckling under grief that never really left me, only hid for a moment. “He was everything. My best friend. My daughter’s father. My anchor.”

The Moon Goddess walks toward me, slow and deliberate, and kneels in front of me. “I know,” she whispers. “I felt your soul shatter that day. No mortal should endure what you have. No mother. No wife. No woman.”

Tears stream freely now. “I wanted to die after that. I didn’t care about surviving. I only stayed because of Ellie. And now… I don’t even know if she’s safe.”

“She is,” the goddess assures me. “She is watched over by kind hands, because you endured. Because you sacrificed.”

Her words wrap around me like a blanket I didn’t know I needed.

“I didn’t want this child,” I whisper. “Not like this. I didn’t want to carry something born from pain.”

“But what grows inside you now,” she says, placing a glowing hand on my stomach, “was never meant to be a curse. This child carries the blood of alphas and the strength of a mother who fought for more than herself. This child is part of your healing.”

I stare at her, not understanding. “Why me? I’m not a wolf. I’m not strong.”

“You are human,” she says, standing tall now, voice like thunder and silk. “And still you fought to protect others. You took pain that wasn’t yours. You gave love even in captivity. That is strength the world too often underestimates.”

A flicker of light spins through the air, revealing three figures in the distance—strong, commanding men. They stand over my unconscious body, looking down at me with something I don’t recognize… but it feels like protection. Like fate stirring.

“You will wake, Cassidy,” the goddess says. “And when you do, you will not be alone.”

I shake my head. “But my husband…”

“He will always be part of your soul. You do not have to forget him to love again. You do not have to let go to move forward. He would want you to live.”

The pain in my chest flares again, but this time, it doesn’t break me. It molds me.

“You are not finished,” she says softly. “Your child needs you. The broken hearts of three warriors need you. And the world… it needs your fire.”

The moonlight fades, and with it, the goddess.

But her words remain.

And deep within the darkness, something stirs inside me—

Hope.