The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 145: It’s She

​Leo’s POV

​I began to undo the latches. Each click sounded like a gunshot in the silent room. She kept shaking her head, her gloved hands coming up to push at my chest, pleading with me in a silence that was louder than any scream.

​No, no, no, her body language cried out.

​But I refused to listen. Something deep in my marrow told me not to stop. I didn’t care if I was starting a war. I didn’t care if I was breaking every law in Nigeria. I had to know.

​"Don’t fight me," I whispered, my voice cracking.

​My fingers found the final release. With a sharp tug, I lifted the heavy charcoal helmet. It slipped from my hands, hitting the floor with a dull, hollow thud that echoed against the walls.

​My eyes came in contact with her face, and I stopped breathing. The world stopped turning.

​There, standing right in front of me... was my Scarlett.

​The black braids were a wig, shifting slightly to reveal the chocolate hair I knew so well. But it was her face—that face I had kissed a thousand times in my dreams and mourned for a thousand nights—that broke me. Her skin was pale under the room’s dim lights, and her eyes, those beautiful, haunting eyes, were swimming with tears.

The name felt unreal

my own eyes, blurring my vision. My wolf wasn’t just howling

her cheek. She looked at me

ask how she was alive. I didn’t ask how she had eaten the strawberries or why her scent had changed. I didn’t care about the lies, the death, or the three years she was hiding. All I knew was that

forward, my hands shaking as I reached out to cup her face. Her skin

a sob catching in my throat.

in, and before she could say a word,

passionate—a collision of two souls that had been lost in the dark for too long. It tasted of salt and longing, of three years of wasted grief and a thousand unspoken questions. As our lips moved together, I felt the electric spark turn into a

me... and never lose her again. I kissed her like I was trying

arms wound around my neck, holding on as if she were drowning and I was the only thing keeping her afloat. We both cried into the kiss, our tears mixing together, tasting

pulled away just an inch, only to bury my face in the crook of her neck. I pulled her into a hug so tight it probably hurt her armor, but I couldn’t help it. My whole body was shaking, and

choked out, the word thick with pain. "Is it really

She just held me tighter, her breath coming in fast gasps. I could feel her heart racing

cup her face again, my thumbs wiping away the fresh tears

couldn’t stop myself; I leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her closed eyelids, then her nose, as if I were trying to memorize every single inch of her all over again. I looked into her eyes, my own vision blurred by the tears