The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 138: Questioning Her

​Leon’s POV

​Two days had passed since the explosion in Leo’s room, and the air in the Full Moon Pack had become toxic. We had spent every waking second of those forty-eight hours playing a dangerous game. We spent our nights tearing through our fathers’ offices, turning over every rug and picking every lock, but we found nothing. Not a single file. Not a single letter. It was as if someone who knew we would look into it had scrubbed the history clean with bleach.

​Jameson and Jane were too far away in San Francisco to be of any help, and honestly, they were still kids—our fathers wouldn’t have trusted them with a secret this heavy. That left only one person.

​Lana.

​We couldn’t summon her to us without our fathers growing suspicious, so we took matters into our own hands. We told the pack we were heading out for a "territory inspection" and boarded the private jet. Two hours later, we touched down in Germany.

​The cold, crisp air of the Black Forest hit me as we stepped off the plane. Alpha Ryan, Lana’s mate, had already sent a fleet of black SUVs to meet us. We were driven straight to the Silver Moon Packhouse, a fortress of glass and stone that looked far more peaceful than the prison we called home.

​Ryan was waiting for us at the entrance. "The Triple Alphas," he said, offering a respectful nod. "I wasn’t expecting a visit so soon after the anniversary, but you’re always welcome."

​"We wanted to surprise our sister," Liam said, though his voice was tight.

​"She’s in her rooms," Ryan started, but he didn’t even get to finish.

​The heavy oak doors burst open, and Lana came flying out. Being a werewolf had its disadvantages when it came to surprises; she had probably scented us the moment we crossed the border. Even though she’d been a married woman for almost a year, she threw herself at us like an excited little girl, her laughter echoing against the stone walls.

new scent hit my nose—distinct and milky.

​"Lana," I breathed.

to show under her heavy sweater, and she blushed a

tell us!" Liam exclaimed, his protective brotherly instincts kicking

for the Memorial Day visit," she said, her eyes

turned to Ryan and gave him a firm handshake of congratulations. "You’ve been

her smile turning a

sound felt hollow in my chest given why we were really there. "Your hands are going

"She is my life, Leon. I couldn’t

At least one of us had escaped the curse of unhappiness. At least my sister was getting

He was running out of patience.

I said, my voice dropping the playful

smile faltered just a fraction. She looked between the three of us, sensing the heavy Alpha energy

parchment and woodsmoke. Servants brought refreshments, but we waited until the heavy doors were clicked shut and we were

sat on a velvet sofa, her hands instinctively resting on her stomach. "What’s wrong? Is

the flight that Liam should be the one to start. He was always the one she felt closest to. I nodded to

on his knees. He didn’t use his Alpha voice—he didn’t have to. The weight of

At the time, we thought you were just sad for us. But we know now. We know there is a shadow hanging over this family, and we know you’re standing right in it. Tell us, Lana. What is