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."

protective stance not wavering. "I think it’s time for you to go.

Lana offered, her eyes pleading with

graveyard of lies, felt like salt in a raw wound. We shook our heads in unison—a silent, synchronized refusal. We turned and

back to the airfield was silent. The black SUVs carved through the German countryside, but none of us were looking at the scenery. We boarded the jet, the engines roaring to life, and the moment the cabin door hissed shut and we were airborne, the

a leather seat. "Did you hear her, Leon? She said they all took an oath. Our sisters, our fathers—everyone! Why do I feel like whatever

"Something they had to swear to keep hidden. I wonder what our fathers must have done behind our backs. What kind of

him in years. "I still can’t figure it out," he said, his voice terrifyingly quiet. "What did they do? Did our father kill Scarlett? Did

firmly, though a part of me trembled at the thought. "Our fathers are many things, but killing a pack member, an innocent girl

me. "Is Scarlett alive, and they’re just hiding her? Is she locked away somewhere while we spend three years

silent at that. The air in the pressurized

us her spirit had moved on. Almost six different seers from

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 that felt like having my heart ripped out through my ribs. The silence that

I were mates. We were all

of night. We barely spoke as we stepped off