The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 157: Who’s She

Leo’s POV

​The jet hit the ground with a hard thud, but the real turbulence was in my head. I felt like I shouldn’t be here. The air in our territory felt heavy, thick with a history I was starting to question. It was already 7:00 AM when I arrived, and my mother’s memorial was only two hours away.

​I sighed, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes as I stepped down from the private jet. The cool morning air bit at my skin, but I hardly felt it.

​"Welcome home, Alpha Leo," the guards said in unison, bowing their heads as I approached the waiting black sedan. I didn’t answer. I just climbed into the back seat and stared out the tinted window.

​The drive to the packhouse was a blur of familiar trees and fences, but my mind was thousands of miles away. I kept thinking about Scar. I kept thinking about the way she felt in my arms, the way she tasted, and the sheer impossibility of her being alive. But then a dark thought struck me.

​Scarlett couldn’t have faked her death alone. Someone had provided the scattered bodies and bloodied clothes. Realization hit me; my grip tightened on the armrest, my claws peeking out.

​Ethan.

​That bastard. It had to be him... he faked her death and kept her hidden for three long years. But why? What was his end game?

​I thought of her in my arms again, and a wave of possessiveness surged through me. God, I couldn’t wait to get back to her. All I had to do was deal with this memorial, speak to my brothers, and find a way to disappear again.

were making it a massive event. We had invited neighboring Alphas, decorated the entire grand hall in white lilies—her favorite—and commissioned a massive hand-painted portrait that was to be unveiled today. The grounds were immaculate, but the

first person I saw was Liam. He was standing in the foyer, barking instructions at the workers about where to place the floral arrangements. When he saw me, he

said,

trying

I really wanted to visit Nigeria. I should have gone, but I wasn’t in the right headspace

gone, he might have been the one holding her.

everyone?" I asked, looking around the

early this morning," Liam said, crossing his arms. "Lana and Lyra are inside helping with the banquet prep. Jameson and

stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "Everyone is behaving strangely, Leo. Like

what Lana said?" Liam added. "She said something

flared in my chest. For a strange, selfish reason, I didn’t want my brothers

wrong?" Liam asked, noticing my silence.

I snapped, perhaps too

my face before they dropped to my collar. He stopped dead, his expression

voice dropping to disbelief. "Tell me those