The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 162: Leaving

​Leo’s POV

​I met my brothers in Liam’s room. The air was thick and heavy, as if we were all drowning in the same dark water. Liam was standing by the window, staring out at the pack grounds, his back to us. Leonard sat on the couch, his face buried in his hands and his fingers tangled in his hair as if he were trying to hold his head together.

​I walked in, shut the door quietly, and leaned my back against the wall. The silence stretched between us. It was a suffocating, heavy silence that felt like it was crushing my chest.

​"Everything we did," Liam finally spoke, his voice sounding raw and hollow. "Every word we spat at her. Every time we let her get bullied or treated like trash... all of it was for a lie. We hated her for a crime that didn’t even happen."

​"They had no right," Leonard whispered, finally looking up. His eyes were bloodshot. "The prophecy was about us. It was our life, our future. They should have told us the truth and let us face it. They shouldn’t have gone behind our backs and played with our souls like this. Because of them, Scarlett suffered. Because of them, she died alone and in pain. I will never forgive them. Never."

​From where I stood, I swallowed hard. The guilt was like a heavy, cold stone in my stomach. Scarlett is alive, my mind screamed. But telling them was never an option.

​Sorry, brothers, I said to myself, my grip tightening on my own arms. I looked at them and felt a dark, selfish possessiveness flare up in my chest. Scarlett was my mate. I couldn’t share her. I couldn’t go back to the days of fighting over her with you two. If you think she’s dead, you won’t look for her. You won’t try to take her from me.

​"What next?" I asked, my voice coming out steady despite the chaos in my head. "What should we do?"

married to

laws are strict. Unless they are caught

aura flared for a split second, shaking the lamps on the side tables. "I’ll burn the

right moment to bring up my trip. I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t look at my brothers’ grief

is suffocating," I said, pushing off the wall. "I can’t breathe here. Every corner of this place reminds me of the lies. I’m going to go pack for my

a second too

turning back to the window. "Someone should get away from this

to change his mind. I walked out, my heart already racing toward the airport. I hurried to my room, the walls feeling like they were closing in on me.

I’m leaving in an hour," I

Where to?" the pilot

I countered, my voice sharp even in my head. "But listen to me—you must not let anyone know. Especially my brothers. If they ask, you tell them we are heading for Australia. Is that

We’ll

by a mix of excitement and nerves. I mind-linked my Beta, Jackson. There was no point in lying to him; he was my personal Beta,

I’m heading back to Nigeria for a few days. My brothers think I’m going to Australia.