The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 34: A Call For Help

​Liam’s POV

​My chest felt like it was being crushed.

Every second that blue dot on the screen remained still, my wolf, Knight, was clawing at my ribs, demanding blood.

​"What if she has been captured by the rogues?" Leo whispered. His voice was shaking—a rare sound for him.

We all stared at the phone, watching the tracker. It had stopped moving just a few steps away from the heart of the rogue camp.

​"She’s there," Leo said, his eyes filled with panic. "She’s right in the middle of that hellhole."

​Leon turned toward the door, his face pale. "I’m going to tell the fathers. They have to open the gate. They won’t let her die out there."

​"No!" I barked, grabbing his arm to stop him.

​My wolf was howling in absolute agony, a sound so loud in my head I could barely hear my own thoughts. I was terrified for her—more than I had ever been for anything in my life—but I had to hide it. If I let my emotions spill over, if I showed how much I was truly hurting, my brothers would realize the truth. They would know Scarlett was my mate.

​"Father won’t allow us to leave," I told them, forced to keep my voice steady. "He made his choice when he sent her away. If we go to him now, he’ll just take the phone and lock us in this room."

felt so damn helpless. If we had already been officially inaugurated as the Alphas, I would have the authority to override the guards and tear those gates off their hinges. But right now, I

in a panicked silence until Leo spoke up. "What if we call

immediately. "Damien is our fathers’ uncle. He’s old school. He’ll

what about Brother Ethan?" Lana

went

Ethan. He was our Godfather’s son, the current Alpha of the Obsidian Pack. We were technically family, and we spoke at formal events, but we weren’t close. Ethan was almost ten years older, cold, and rigid. He ran his pack like a military operation

Leon said, shaking his head. "He won’t want to go through any stress, let alone

said, my fingers tightening around the phone. I didn’t care if he hated me. I didn’t care if I owed him a thousand favors for the rest of my life. If there was even a one percent chance he could get to her before the rogues broke

​"Let’s try," I commanded.

private number, my heart hammering against my ribs. It rang three

an unusual time for a

favor. A massive one. There is a girl... a girl from our pack. She’s been taken by rogues

long pause on the other end. Through the speaker, the low, steady hum of car engines

my business, Liam? I don’t interfere with rogue territory disputes, and I certainly don’t interfere with your father’s

closer to the speaker. His usual arrogance was gone, replaced by a raw, desperate plea. "Please, Ethan.

most aggressive of us,

daughter of the people who had a hand in your mother’s death? You’re asking me to risk my men for

our family history hanging