The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 186: Stop Searching

Leonard’s POV

​The flight to Japan was the longest ten hours of my life. I couldn’t sit still. I paced the aisle of the private jet, my mind looping through every second of that night. The way she tasted, the way she trembled under my touch, and those sea-blue eyes that had haunted my dreams for a year.

​As soon as we landed in Tokyo, my driver was waiting. The tracker had sent over a digital file with everything he had found. I pulled out my tablet, my fingers shaking slightly as I swiped through the data.

​"Name: Samantha Phillip," I read aloud. "Age: 28. Occupation: Salesperson at a local coffee shop. Marital Status: Divorced."

​I froze, staring at the screen. Twenty-eight? The girl in the mask had felt younger—much younger. Her energy had been raw, almost innocent despite her fire. And a divorcee? My Samantha had mentioned a boyfriend, but she hadn’t mentioned a husband.

​Maybe she lied about everything, I thought, my jaw tightening.

​"Sir, we are five minutes away," the driver said.

​I closed the tablet and looked out at the bustling streets of Tokyo. I didn’t even have a photo of her face. All I had was a memory of red hair and sea-blue eyes.

​The car pulled up to a small, charming coffee shop tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. My heart was thudding against my ribs like a hammer. I stepped out of the car, straightening my jacket, and took a deep breath. My wolf was quiet—too quiet.

​I pushed the door open. A little bell chimed above me. The shop smelled like roasted beans and sweet pastries.

a voice called

apron over a simple white shirt. She turned around to face me, her sea-blue eyes wide as she saw a tall, foreign man in an expensive suit standing in her small

was beautiful. She had the red hair. She had the

asked, my voice

looking confused. "Yes? Can

a thick accent, her voice high and melodic. But as she spoke, the air in the room didn’t change. The spark wasn’t there. And in her eyes, she didn’t have the look of shock... as

feet away from her, and

her hands. They were older, with small lines around the knuckles. I looked at her eyes again. They were blue, yes, but

a woman who shared

into my stomach.

sir?" she asked

didn’t answer. I turned around and walked out of the shop, the bell chiming behind me like a funeral knell. The bright Tokyo sun hit my

lace undergarments were still in my pocket, and

the wind. "I can’t

pocket, my fingers

on the other end answered

even close. You found a woman with the same name and the same hair,