A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs novel Chapter 80

{Elira}

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Rennon tilted his head. “And your roommates?”

I looked between the two of them, that soft warmth blooming in my chest again. “They’ve been treating me nicely lately. I think we’re… getting along.”

Rennon smiled at that. “That’s good to hear.”

The brothers went on to ask if I had finally caught up with my notes, and we chatted a bit more until the time Zenon had given me almost reached.

Lennon stood and stretched. “You should get ready,” he said with a wink. “Wouldn’t want Zenon waiting. He might start charging you per minute.”

Rennon stood too and picked up my backpack, setting it neatly on my chair. “We will leave you to dress. If you need anything, just let one of us know.”

I nodded and followed them to the door. “Thank you. Both of you.”

Lennon ruffled my hair one more time before stepping out, and Rennon offered me a reassuring glance before closing the door behind him.

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I stepped out with the brothers, my shoes clicking lightly on the front steps of the estate.

Zenon was already ahead of us, descending the last few stairs and walking straight toward his jeep.

He opened the driver’s side and got in without a word.

I lingered by the front steps, unsure which side of the car I was supposed to take with the brothers now.

I felt it was very wrong to take the front passenger seat, so I considered taking the back passenger seat, knowing I would have to share it with one of the brothers.

But before I could move, Rennon walked over to the passenger side, opened the front door and looked at me.

“You can sit here,” he said, his voice calm and warm as always. “It’s fine.”

I hesitated for a second, but I nodded quickly and climbed in, adjusting my dress and clasping my hands in my lap.

A moment later, the back doors opened, and Lennon and Rennon slid in. The jeep rumbled to life as Zenon started the engine, and without another word, we were off.

The journey wasn’t long, but I couldn’t stop fidgeting with the hem of my dress.

I didn’t know what to expect from this healer—only that the brothers seemed to trust her, and that Zenon had gone to great lengths to make this meeting happen.

About twenty minutes later, we pulled up outside a modest, ivy-draped stone house nestled in a grove of elder trees.

The place looked ancient. Wildflowers grew along the path to the porch, and wind chimes made of bone and crystal clinked softly in the breeze.

Zenon cut the engine and stepped out. We all followed him immediately.

The wooden door creaked open before we could knock. A tall woman stood there, robed in gray, her silver hair twisted into intricate coils.

Her eyes—clear as spring water—swept over each of us, then settled on me.

“You’ve brought her,” she said.

Zenon gave a nod. “As we discussed.”

Without another word, the woman turned and gestured for us to enter.

The inside of her home smelled of dried herbs, smoke, and old wood.

Pale light filtered through gauzy curtains. Trinkets and jars lined the shelves, each labeled in spidery handwriting.

I couldn’t speak. My eyes burned.

Blocked by black magic. Not an accident. Not nature. Someone had chosen this for me.

Someone had sealed me away.

Why?

I looked down, blinking fast. Was it my parents? Was it for protection? Or punishment?

My voice came out quieter than I wanted. “Why would someone do this to me?”

No one answered, but I felt their brief gaze on me.

Just then, Rennon stepped closer to the healer. “Do you know who the witch is?”

The healer gave a slow shake of her head. “Not yet. Tracing a witch’s essence takes time—especially if it was done years ago. But I can find out. You will have to wait for me to reach out.”

Zenon crossed his arms, his gaze locked on the woman. “How long?”

She turned her back to us, walking toward the shelves filled with scrolls and dried herbs. “I can’t say. When I know, you will know.”

Silence settled in the room again, broken only by the wind outside.

I kept staring at the floor, fighting back the stinging in my eyes. I didn’t want to cry—not here. Not in front of them. Not even now.

I was already too pathetic to draw more attention to myself.

Just then, Rennon’s familiar scent reached my nose as his hand gently rested on my shoulder, warm and grounding.

Zenon spoke again, this time more to himself than anyone else. “Then we wait.”