The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 167

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—?"

is going on!" he cut me off, his mental voice echoing with a harsh authority. "Stop interrogating me,

Something was wrong. Leo was hiding something, and the way he had reacted made my

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

was long and silent, lined with thick, plush carpet that muffled my

just entering

her head down as she stepped through the doorway, but the way she moved—the graceful, light-footed gait—made my heart skip. She turned her

hitched in my throat, and for a split second,

​Scarlett?

shoulder... it was her. It had to be her. I started

then, the scent hit

sharp, sterile scent of hotel soap and a faint hint of a floral fragrance that was entirely wrong. There wasn’t even a trace of a wolf on her.

cold

it together, Leonard," I whispered to

her memory, so broken by the grief of losing her, that my mind was playing cruel tricks on me. I had

room, I collapsed onto the king-sized bed, the silence of the suite pressing in on me.

a sharp, intrusive pressure hit

are you and Leo?

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