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.

whispered. The name felt unreal on

vision. My wolf wasn’t just

didn’t run. She didn’t speak. She just stood there, her lower lip trembling as a single tear escaped and ran down her cheek. She looked at me with so much pain, so much

had eaten the strawberries or why her scent had changed. I didn’t care

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

choked out, a sob

say a word, I crashed

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 roaring furnace. This wasn’t a hallucination. This wasn’t the heat playing tricks on me. This was the woman who owned

anchor her to me... and never lose her again. I kissed her like I was trying to breathe life back into my own lungs, and for the first time since the night she

she were drowning and I was the only thing keeping her afloat.

probably hurt her armor, but I couldn’t help it.

out, the word thick with pain.

held me tighter, her breath coming in fast gasps. I could feel her heart racing against my chest—a steady, beautiful beat that proved she was really here. She was

cup her face again, my

closed eyelids, then her nose, as if I were trying to memorize every single inch of her all over again. I looked into her