The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 167: Someone Who Looks Like Her

Leonard’s POV

​I reached out through the mind-link again, my patience wearing thin. "Leo? I’m in Australia. What hotel are you staying at?"

​The silence on the other end lasted a heartbeat too long. When he finally responded, his mental voice was sharp, laced with a strange kind of panic.

​"You’re in Australia?"

​"Yes," I snapped back, rubbing the bridge of my nose as the bright lights of the terminal gave me a headache. "I told you I couldn’t stay in that house, Leo. I had to get away before I shifted and killed someone. I took a public flight. I’m at the airport now—where are you?"

​"What are you doing in Australia?" he demanded. He sounded unhappy—no, he sounded furious that I had followed him.

​"Leo, I told you I can’t stay at home!" I growled back, my frustration boiling over. "Stop asking me crap. Where the hell are you? Which hotel are you in?"

​"I’m... I’m not in Australia right now," he spat. I could feel the hesitation in the link, a panicked edge to his thoughts. "I stopped by New Zealand for a quick business matter. Look, go to the Grand Azure Hotel. Book a suite there. I’ll be with you shortly."

​"Leo, what the hell is going on?" I pressed, my wolf narrowing his eyes at the obvious deception. "Why are you acting so—?"

off, his mental voice echoing with a harsh authority. "Stop interrogating

shut. I stared at the bustling crowd, a deep frown etched onto my face. Something was wrong. Leo was hiding something, and the way he had reacted made my skin crawl with

and gave the driver the address. By the time I reached the Grand Azure, the sun had fully set, leaving the city glowing in neon. I checked into a suite on the top floor. All I wanted was a drink and a few

the twentieth floor, the hallway was long and silent, lined with thick, plush carpet that muffled my footsteps. I rounded

woman was just entering a

light-footed gait—made my heart

hitched in my throat, and for a split second, the

​Scarlett?

jaw, the way her hair fell over her shoulder... it was her. It had to be her. I started

then, the

my dreams for three years. Instead, I smelled nothing but chemicals—the sharp, sterile scent of hotel soap and a faint hint of a floral fragrance

tracks, leaning my head against the cold wallpaper

together, Leonard," I whispered

playing cruel tricks on me. I had come

into the lock. Entering the room, I collapsed onto the king-sized bed, the silence of the suite pressing in on me. My mind kept replaying that split second in the hallway—the girl who looked like Scarlett. It was pathetic how

a sharp, intrusive pressure hit

Where are you and Leo? Why aren’t you answering