A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs novel Chapter 141

{Regina}

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As we filed out of the auditorium, our steps crisp against the courtyard tiles, the chatter of students still clung to the air—Kathryn Morgan this, Regina Shaw that.

I could still hear it, even as we walked toward the Student Council office.

Their voices, their admiration, the way they had clapped when the vice-chancellor announced my name.

I had stood, smiled, and had waved.

And all the while, Elira sat in the crowd like a shadow, watching me bask in a light that would never belong to her.

The corner of my mouth curved up. My heart hummed with satisfaction, warm and delicious. ’Kathryn Morgan’s legacy was mine to claim. It was my influence. My glory.’

No one cared about Elira. No one even knew.

That was the beauty of it. She could glare, she could sulk, and she could cry all she wanted. But what would she do?

Stand up in front of the entire school and announce the truth? That she was Kathryn Morgan’s daughter?

That would only raise more questions than she could ever answer. Questions about why an Alpha-born had fallen so low. Questions about her cursed omega status.

No—Elira’s silence was the only option she had. And that silence was my stage.

I lifted my chin a little higher as Kaelis and Thorne walked just ahead of me, their heads tilted close in quiet conversation.

I didn’t care what they were plotting or whispering. For once, the spotlight wasn’t on them. It was on me alone.

Finally!

I had worked too hard, held my tongue too long, clawed my way up step by step. And today, it paid off.

The students saw me, not just as Regina Shaw, the PR Officer, but as a relation of ESA’s brightest star.

I could almost laugh with the thrill of it.

And best of all? That little cousin of mine had to sit there and watch it all unfold, completely powerless.

The satisfaction of that thought made my steps lighter, as though the applause from earlier still echoed beneath my heels.

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The refrigerator door clicked shut, and the fizz of soda cans filled the quiet as we carried drinks and packets of imported crisps back to the low glass table in our private sitting area.

Thorne leaned back into the plush leather sofa with his usual lazy arrogance, stretching his long legs out as Soraya arranged a plate of chocolate-dipped biscuits within easy reach.

This was our sanctuary, the heart of the Council’s power with no prying students or professors. It was just us and the soft hum of enchantments woven into the walls for privacy.

Caleb twisted open a bottle of sparkling water and smirked. “So,” he said, glancing at Kaelis, “what do you think this year’s Founder’s Day will be about? Last year it was unity and heritage, remember? All that ceremonial nonsense.”

For a heartbeat, I just stared, heat crawling up my neck. The refusal landed heavier than I expected, turning the sweetness of my drink into something sour at the back of my throat.

“But—”

Her hand lifted, silencing me before I could gather my argument.

“You forget who will be there,” Kaelis continued, voice rising with disdain. “My father. The King himself. Founder’s Day is broadcast across the world. It will be the stage of my speech, my legacy as Council President. Do you think I will let your petty grudges turn it into a farce?”

The disdain in her tone scorched hotter than fire.

“Abort that idea, Regina,” she snapped. “Don’t try anything funny.”

The finality in her words pressed into my chest like a weight. Before I could summon a reply, Kaelis rose to her feet. She smoothed her skirt with one graceful motion, then swept from the room, her steps sharp against the polished floor.

The silence she left behind felt suffocating.

Just then, Thorne gave a low whistle. “She’s not wrong. Last thing we need is chaos with the King in the audience.”

Nyra finally spoke, her voice as cool as her expression. “Founder’s Day isn’t the place for personal grudges. It’s for history. For us to leave our mark.”

Caleb shrugged, though his smirk lingered. “Kaelis wants perfection. She will get it. Best we stay in line.”