Fated and Claimed by Four Alphas

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Chapter 96

~Spring’s POV~

"Hey, stop being such a crybaby," Rhys teased, the corner of his mouth lifting in that usual smug tilt.

But Eryx wasn’t having it. His face was the picture of deadpan irritation. "Call me that all you want, but it is your turn, Rhys."

The room stilled for a second. Not in tension—no, we’d burned through that already—but in that kind of collective anticipation that hung in the air right before someone dropped a wild confession or spilled something unfiltered.

And right now? I was here for it.

I leaned back against the pillows, my fingers loosely curled around a half-full mug of lemon tea I had before they came, which had gone cold without me noticing. I didn’t care.

This was too good. After the emotional mess we’d just tiptoed through with Eryx and his sister’s complex confessional, I was still trying to catch my breath.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure whether I was eager to hear the rest or just mildly entertained by how mortified all of them looked reliving their past lives as hormonal disasters.

A small part of me—the part moulded from the priestess, the daughter of a king, the girl who had learned to build walls—was trying not to crumble at the sight of this: brothers, teasing, sharing... protecting.

I didn’t grow up with this, and maybe that’s why it felt so novel, warm and exciting.