The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 136: Divorcing Her

​Leo’s POV

​Within seconds, the door was thrown open so hard it hit the wall. Camilla and Talia rushed in, their faces pale with terror. They were triplets; of course, they had felt the sudden, violent spike in Bianca’s distress. They ignored me at first, throwing themselves onto the floor beside Bianca’s limp body.

​"Bianca! Bianca, wake up!" Talia screamed, shaking her sister’s shoulders.

​Camilla looked up at me, her eyes wide and wild with a mix of fear and fury. "What did you do? Alpha Leo, what did you do to her?!"

​I just stood there, my arms folded across my chest, feeling absolutely numb. I didn’t feel guilt. I didn’t feel fear. I didn’t feel anything at all. In fact, I felt a strange sense of peace watching them panic. To hell with all of them.

​"Healers! Someone call the healers!" Camilla shrieked, her voice echoing down the hallway.

​Staff members began to scramble into the room, followed quickly by Liam and Leon. My brothers stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes darting from me to the blood on the carpet, and finally to the broken woman on the floor.

​Leo, what happened? Liam’s voice rang in my head through our private mind link, sharp with concern.

​I didn’t bother answering him privately. I looked Liam right in the eye and spoke out loud so the whole room could hear me. "This bitch tried to use a spell on me."

​Both of my brothers frowned, their initial confusion instantly hardening into cold, dark anger. They knew exactly what that meant. They knew the violation of it.

​Healers rushed in, pushing past the sisters to get to Bianca. They began chanting, their hands glowing with a frantic green light as they tried to stabilize her. I stood against the wall, watching them work, waiting for the announcement that she was dead.

​Oh, how I wished she were dead. I didn’t care about the consequences. If her father wanted a war, I would give him one. I had been waiting for a reason to burn this whole fake life to the ground anyway. It was self-defense. She tried to enslave an Alpha’s will, and she paid the price.

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crowd parted as my father, Sir Lennox, rushed into the room. The girls were

suddenly stood up and took a step toward me, her face twisted in grief. "How could you? She

my Alpha scent flare, cold and full of anger. "Take one

turned to Leon, her husband, silently begging him to back her up or defend her honor. But Leon didn’t move an inch. He just glared at her with a look of pure disgust that made her shrink

sister tried to use a compulsion spell on me while I slept," I

let out a roar of anguish, yelling for more healers, his face turning a deep, angry purple. Father Lennox didn’t say anything; he just kept

sweat pouring down his face. "I can hear it... it’s

frowned. I wasn’t sure if I felt relieved

was filled with glowing light and desperate prayers, but I remained an island of ice in the middle of it all. I looked at the thread bangle still hidden

up to a husband who hated her more than ever.

five healers worked like slaves, pouring their green healing magic into her shattered

eyes snapped open,

to her side, sobbing her name, clutching at her hands as if they could hold her soul in place. I just sat there, my expression flat. I felt nothing

checked her vitals with trembling hands. The bleeding had stopped, but they whispered among themselves about her neck. It was broken. Magic could knit the skin and stop the hemorrhage, but it would take a bone specialist and weeks of

the wall she had just bounced off of. That was when

terror. She looked at me as if I were a monster from the darkest depths of the abyss. I didn’t blink. Of course she feared me; I

shaking with suppressed rage.

to lift her,

I got to my feet,