The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 147: An Invitation

​Leo’s POV

​I looked up at her, my mind screaming with a thousand questions. Why did she fake her death? How did she even pull it off? And the seers—the powerful seers who swore they saw her soul leave this world—had they lied to us? Or were they under some kind of dark spell? I was dying to know the truth, but every time I opened my mouth, the fear of her vanishing again choked the words back.

​She reached out, cupping my face with her palms. Her touch was warm, but it didn’t trigger that familiar feeling in our bond. "You look bothered, Leo," she whispered.

​"You know why, Scar," I said, my voice rough. "I have so much to ask. My head is spinning."

​"I know," she said, her thumbs brushing my cheekbones. "And I will tell you. I will tell you and your brothers everything... when the time is right."

​I frowned, a sharp feeling of jealousy hitting me. Why do my brothers have to be involved in this part? Why can’t it just be me and you? Why do we have to wait?

​I looked at her, searching for any hint of the girl I used to know. "If I hadn’t found you today... if I hadn’t forced that helmet off... would you have ever come back to me?"

​She looked away, her voice small. "No. I intended to wait for two more years. That’s why I need you to keep this quiet."

​I let out a long, heavy sigh. Two years. Was this the secret our families were hiding? Was this part of some bigger game? "Does my father know?" I asked, the suspicion bubbling up. "Does he know you’re alive?"

​"Please, Leo," she pleaded, her eyes filling with those same terrifying thoughts. "Don’t ask me any more questions. Not tonight."

I just..." I trailed off, leaning my forehead against hers. "I missed you so much, Scar. Every single day, I regretted what happened. I

of deep understanding in her

somehow more fragile. "You’ve changed so much. Even the strawberries... you ate them like

held up her right hand, and before my eyes, a soft,

healer," I breathed, my heart racing.

"That’s why the strawberries didn’t kill me. I can heal the reaction before

a surge of intense admiration. "I’m so

face. For a

shifted on the bed, her movements a bit stiff from the heavy armor she had been wearing all day. She looked down at her clothes, then

feel like I’m still

bathroom over there," I said, pointing toward a heavy wooden door on the

my hand a final, gentle squeeze. "I’ll be back soon," she whispered before standing up and heading

I sank back onto the bed, my head in my hands. My heart was racing with anxiety. I felt like a nervous teenager all

a low, hungry growl in

trying to quiet him. "No, I can’t just... I don’t want to push her," I muttered to the empty

and impatient. "Her saying she wants to bathe was an invitation for you. Can’t

still shook my