The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 187: For Five Years

​Liam’s POV

​Five years.

It had been five long, agonizing years since Scarlett left this world, and I still couldn’t believe I was breathing. If someone had told me back then that I would survive sixty months without her smile, without her scent, without the soft sound of her voice echoing through the pack house, I would have called them a liar. I didn’t believe I could live for five years without Scarlett. But I did.

​And it was the most useless, lifeless, and colorless time of my life.

​Every single day felt exactly like the one before it. The sun would rise, but it brought no warmth. The pack would go about their business, but there was no joy in leading them. The world had turned completely gray the day she left. My wolf, who used to be proud and ferocious, now spent most of his time curled in the darkest corners of my mind, sleeping just so he wouldn’t have to face the empty reality of our existence. We were alive, but we weren’t living. We were just ghosts occupying a massive, empty throne.

​Suddenly, the harsh ring of my phone shattered the heavy silence of my office. I glanced down at the screen, seeing the official, encrypted number of the Alpha Council. I let out a rough breath and snatched the device off the mahogany wood, pressing it to my ear.

​"Speak," I commanded, not bothering with pleasantries.

​"Alpha Liam," a senior council member spoke on the other end, his voice tight and formal. "I am calling to inform you that we have received the final paperwork regarding the petition. Your case, and that of your brothers, for the complete annulment of your current marriages... the council has finally agreed to a formal hearing."

​A dark, irritated growl rumbled deep in my chest, vibrating through the phone line. I didn’t want a hearing. I didn’t want debates, and I certainly didn’t want a group of old wolves sitting around a table deciding my future.

​"Listen to me very carefully," I snarled, my voice dripping with pure Alpha authority. "You men better agree to this annulment before you even step into that courtroom. I am not asking for your permission, and neither are my brothers. We are telling you how this is going to end. I don’t want to stay married to that woman for another single second, and my brothers feel exactly the same way about their situations. If the council tries to drag this out, or if you deny our right to cast them aside, I will personally march my warriors to the capital and dismantle the council piece by piece. Do you understand me?"

a supreme Alpha was enough to make him tremble. "W-we understand your position, Alpha Liam. The hearing will be a mere formality to sign the papers.

waste my time again," I snapped, and I ended the call without waiting for a reply, tossing

the pounding headache that had been brewing all morning. The situation with our marriages was a disaster, a toxic

completely, I stood up and made my way out of the office. But as I walked

​It was my mother.

looked at her, I didn’t feel pity.

me. She reached her hands out, but stopped short of touching me, knowing better than to cross that boundary. "Please, Liam... haven’t I suffered enough? It has been two years since the incident, and you still haven’t forgiven me. You won’t even look

my expression completely blank,

to let me see you," she continued, tears finally spilling over her eyelids. "You have completely cut me off. You have even blocked me from teleporting to you. Please, Liam. Please, I am your

she made that ultimately led to the tragedy of losing my true mate—was something I simply couldn’t look

the full weight of my icy gaze crush whatever hope she

"Bring her back to me. Let me feel her heartbeat. Let me see her breathe again. Bring her back to me

her shoulders. She knew it was

against the marble floor. I walked out of the pack house and straight into the back seat of the waiting black sedan. My driver caught my reflection in the rearview mirror, saw the dark fury etched into my

the upper city. It was a tedious, political obligation. The pack needed to maintain its public image of wealth and generosity, and as

by in a blur of gray. When we finally arrived at the luxury hotel venue, the atmosphere was buzzing. The grand ballroom was blindingly bright, filled

soon as I stepped through the