THE TRIPLET ALPHAS ARE HERS

Chapter 171: Lysa’s Pregnancy

The morning room was bright with autumn sunlight.

Lysa had asked Seren to meet her there, alone, without the triplets. Not even Rowan, her mate was invited. Her voice had been strange on the messenger—tight, nervous, unlike her usual warmth.

Seren arrived to find Lysa pacing by the window, her hands clasped behind her back, her face pale.

"You’re scaring me," Seren said, closing the door. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing. Everything. I don’t know." Lysa stopped pacing and turned to face her. "I need to tell you something. And I need you to not freak out."

"I never freak out."

"I have seen you freak out on some occasions. Like when the triplets proposed."

"That was different. It was a surreal moment for me."

"You freaked out when the school opened."

"That was excitement."

Lysa took a breath. Then another. She held on to Seren’s hands and looked up at her face.

"I’m pregnant." She said, turning her face down.

The room was silent.

Seren used her hand to tilt her face up and stared at her. The words hung in the air, impossible and undeniable.

"You’re... pregnant."

"Yes. Three wees gone. I didn’t want to say anything until, I was sure. Until I knew the baby was... healthy. Or as healthy as we can tell." Lysa’s voice cracked. "Bryn confirmed it yesterday. I’m pregnant. Rowan is the father."

Seren moved closer and pulled Lysa into her arms.

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"Is it?" Lysa’s voice was muffled against Seren’s shoulder. "I’m human. Rowan is a wolf. No one knows what this baby will be. Human? Wolf? Or...something in between? Maybe, something that’s never existed before?"

Seren held her tighter. "Don’t overthink it, Lysa." She rolled her eyes.

"Then we’ll find out. Together. Whatever this baby is, we’ll love it. We’ll protect it, and we’ll make sure it has everything it needs."

Lysa pulled back, her eyes wet. "You’re not scared?"

"Terrified." Seren smiled. "But that has never stopped me before."

The news spread quickly.

Within hours, the entire palace knew. Lysa was pregnant. The first known pregnancy between a human woman and a wolf man in living memory. The reactions were as varied as the people who heard it.

The servants were thrilled. Lysa had been one of them, and they saw her pregnancy as proof that the old barriers were crumbling. The nobles were cautious. The Pure Blood League was outraged. Lord Pemberton released a statement urging "caution and study" before declaring the pregnancy a miracle or a threat.

The triplets heard the news from Seren.

Kael was the first to speak. "Is she safe? The baby?"

"We don’t know. That’s the problem." Seren sat on the edge of their bed. "There’s no precedent. No records. No research on human-wolf pregnancies. Everything about this is unknown."

Aeron stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back. "Then we have to fund the research. Let’s call Bryn. The institute should be supported with whatever resources she needs."

Theron nodded. "The old healer’s notes mentioned hybrid pregnancies. There might be something useful."

"And if the research shows danger?" Kael asked.

"Then we deal with it." Aeron’s voice was steady. "Lysa is family. We have an obligation to protect our family and entire people."

Seren brought the triplets’ offer and plans to Lysa that evening.

Lysa was in her quarters, surrounded by Rowan and Iris. Rowan’s face was pale but determined. Iris sat on the edge of the bed, her hand on Lysa’s stomach, her expression a mixture of wonder and terror.

"The triplets want to fund research," Seren said. "They have promised to consult with Bryn, fund research and support the institute with whatever resources needed." She said, with a pat on Lysa’s back.

"Bryn will monitor the pregnancy and ensure its safety."

Rowan looked up. "Research? On our baby?"

"Yes, we have a hybrid pregnancy here. We need to know what to expect and how to keep Lysa and the child healthy." Seren sat across from them.

"No one has done this before. The old healer’s notes have fragments, but not complete. Bryn is willing to lead the study, with volunteers from the institute."

Lysa took Rowan’s hand. "What do you think?"

"I think I want you to live." His voice was rough. "I think I want our baby to live. If research will help that to happen, then I support it."

Iris spoke. "Will they hurt the baby? The research?"

"No." Seren met her eyes. "The research will be observational. To monitor and carry out tests that won’t pose risk or harm. Bryn is very clear about that."

Iris nodded slowly. "Then I support it too."

Lysa looked at Seren. "Tell Bryn to start. And tell the triplets... thank you."

Bryn arrived the next morning.

She came with a team of scholars—wolves and humans, all sworn to secrecy, all committed to the research. They set up in a private wing of the institute, away from the public eye.

The first examination was thorough.

Blood tests. Magic scans. Physical exams. Lysa endured it all with quiet courage, her hand on her belly, her eyes on the ceiling.

When it was over, Bryn sat with her in a small room.

"The baby is healthy," Bryn said. "As far as we can tell. Your baby’s heartbeat is strong. Growth is normal. But..."

"But?"

"But the baby is shifting. Already. Inside the womb." Bryn’s voice was careful. "Not fully—not into a separate form. But the magic is there. Fluctuating. Human one moment, wolf the next."

Lysa’s hand tightened on her belly. "Is that dangerous?"

"We don’t know. It’s never been documented before." Bryn leaned forward. "But the baby seems to be handling it well. Better than we would have expected."

"And me?"

"Your body is adapting. Creating space for the shifts. It’s... remarkable, honestly. Your body is magically changing to accommodate the baby’s."

Lysa was silent for a long moment.

"The triplets offered to fund the research. Seren said they want to help."

"They do. And I want to help too." Bryn took her hand. "This baby could change everything. How wolves and humans understand each other. How we think about family. How we see the future."

"That’s a lot of pressure for a child who hasn’t been born yet." Lysa said.

"That’s the reason we are trying to protect it and give the room to grow. Let it be whoever it needs to be."

Lysa nodded. "Thank you, Bryn."

"Thank *you*. For trusting us."

The weeks passed slowly.

Lysa’s belly grew. The baby shifted. Bryn’s team monitored, documented, and learned new stuff.

The triplets funded. Seren visited often, and Rowan barely left Lysa’s side.

The palace adjusted to the new normal.

Servants brought Lysa special food. Nobles sent gifts. The Pure Blood League protested, but their protests were quieter now, less certain. Even Lord Pemberton seemed unsure how to oppose a pregnant woman.

Iris spent hours with Lysa, reading to the baby, telling stories about her mother, about her father, about the life they were building together.

"I never thought I would have a sibling," Iris said one afternoon. "I never thought my father would love again. I never thought I would have a family."

Lysa stroked her hair. "Neither did I."

"Now we do."

"And we are grateful for it."

At seven months, Bryn brought news.

"The baby is healthy. Strong. Active." She paused. "And the baby is a wolf. Fully wolf. Not human. Not hybrid. Wolf."

Lysa’s breath caught. "Wolf?"

"The shifting stabilized at four months. The baby chose wolf form. Or the magic chose. We don’t fully understand." Bryn smiled. "But the baby is a healthy wolf. With your eyes, according to the scans."

Lysa laughed—a startled, joyful sound. "My eyes?"

"The scans show human eye colouring. Unusual. But not dangerous."

Rowan took Lysa’s hand. "Our baby. Wolf. With your eyes."

"And maybe with your stubbornness and courage."

They held each other, the baby kicking between them.

Lysa gave birth on the first day of spring.

The palace was quiet. The gardens were blooming. Bryn attended, along with a team of healers. Rowan waited outside, pacing. Iris sat with Seren, her hands clenched in her lap.

The labour was long. Hard. But Lysa was strong.

And when the baby cried—when the first breath filled its lungs—everyone wept for joy.

A girl. Small. Dark-haired. With eyes the colour of autumn leaves.

Wolf. Fully wolf.

But with Lysa’s smile.

Rowan held his daughter for the first time, his hands trembling, his face wet.

"She’s beautiful," he whispered.

"She’s ours," Lysa replied.

Iris peered at the baby. "She has Father’s ears."

"She does not."

"She does. Look. They’re too big for her head."

Rowan laughed. "They’re perfect."

Iris rolled her eyes. But she was smiling.

Seren watched from the doorway.

The first known pregnancy between a human woman and a wolf man.

The first hybrid baby in living memory.

A girl. Wolf. With her mother’s eyes and her father’s ears.

The future had arrived.

And it was beautiful.