The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 139: What Are They Hiding

​Leon’s POV

​Alpha Ryan stormed into the room, his eyes glowing a fierce, protective amber. He didn’t care that we were the Triple Alphas or his brothers-in-law. He walked straight past us and pulled Lana into his arms, shielding her body with his own.

​"Ryan, wait—" Liam started.

​"No," Ryan growled, his chest heaving. "I know I shouldn’t interfere in family matters, but my wolf is restless. I can feel the panic radiating off my mate from across the halls. She is carrying three pups, and this kind of stress is dangerous. You are crossing a line."

​I looked at Lana, who was shaking against Ryan’s chest, her face pale. The guilt hit me like a physical blow. I stepped back, raising my hands in a gesture of peace.

​"Brothers, calm down," I muttered to Leo and Liam. "She’s pregnant. We’re going to hurt the pups if we keep this up."

​Leo looked like he wanted to punch a wall, his jaw locked tight, but he slowly retreated. The silence that followed was brittle. Lana looked up from Ryan’s shoulder, her eyes red-rimmed.

​"I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just... wait for the memorial. Please. If you love me, just wait two more weeks."

stance not wavering. "I think it’s time for you to go. My mate needs to

her eyes pleading with us not to leave on

wound. We shook our heads in unison—a silent, synchronized refusal. We turned and walked

at the scenery. We boarded the jet, the engines roaring to life, and the

to explode. He paced the narrow aisle of the jet, his movements erratic and full of a wild energy. "An oath!" he barked, slamming his fist against the back of a leather seat. "Did you hear her, Leon? She said they all took an oath. Our

it’s a blood secret," I whispered, more to myself than to them. "Something they had to swear to keep hidden. I wonder what our fathers must have done

seen him in years. "I still can’t figure it out," he said,

things, but killing a pack member, an innocent girl we loved? That’s a line I don’t think even

Scarlett alive, and they’re just hiding her? Is she locked away somewhere while we spend

silent at that. The air in the pressurized

told us her spirit had

fell into a heavy silence, each of us marooned in our own dark thoughts. I stared out the window at the clouds passing beneath the jet, my mind looping back to the same impossible question: How could she be alive? I had felt it. That agonizing, visceral snap of the mate bond

chest tightening. I hadn’t told them yet. I hadn’t confessed that Scarlett and I were mates. We were all mourning her, but the secret of our shared bond was a weight I wasn’t ready to

barely spoke as we stepped off the jet, offering clipped goodbyes