The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 189: It’s She

Liam’s POV

​"Sold! To Alpha Liam for fifty million dollars!"

​The auctioneer’s voice trembled through the microphone, but I was already moving. I didn’t wait for the paperwork, and I didn’t wait for the event staff to carefully pack it up. I stepped right onto the stage, my heavy boots thudding against the wood, and snatched the canvas directly off the easel.

​I looked down at the small brass plaque attached to the bottom of the frame. The title printed on it sent another sharp spike of adrenaline straight through my chest.

​Safe Haven.

​My chest heaved. I’ve found you, Scar... I’ve found you.

​I covered the canvas with the thick blue velvet cloth, shielding it from the prying eyes of the crowd, and held it tightly against my chest. It was the most important thing in the world to me now.

​"Bill my pack’s private account," I snapped at the lead coordinator, who was bowing and shivering in fear near the edge of the stage.

​I didn’t give anyone else a chance to speak. I turned around and marched straight out of the grand ballroom. The moment the heavy double doors slammed shut behind me, the dead silence of the room exploded into a frantic roar of loud whispers and gasps. Let them talk. Let them gossip. They had no idea that the entire world had just changed.

the wrapped painting securely across my lap. My hands were shaking—a rare, terrifying sight for a

dark and tight. "Get me back to the estate right now. Break every traffic

question. He slammed his foot on the gas, and the car roared away from the

my mind was racing. Five years of absolute grief, five years of thinking she was buried in the cold ground, all shattered by a single piece of art. My wolf was practically scratching at the surface of my skin—desperate,

pack house, I didn’t wait for the guard to open my door. I threw it open myself and ran up

the front doors open. The heavy wood hit

through the entire pack house, making the nearby guards instantly drop to their knees from the sheer

was standing near the fireplace, still dressed in his formal suit from his treaty meeting, his face pale and tight with worry. Leonard was sitting on the

hell is wrong with you?" Leonard snapped, standing up instantly. "You almost broke our minds with that link! What game

center of the room. I

together. "Liam, if this is about another false

up and look," I

gripped the royal-blue velvet cloth and tore it away, revealing the painting of the giant oak tree, the terrified little girl, and the

silence that hit

his jaw completely dropping as his eyes locked onto the boy with his arms wide open. Leo froze entirely, his arms

didn’t say a word. For a whole minute, nobody breathed. They just stared at the canvas, looking at

quiet. It didn’t have his usual loud, aggressive tone. It was low, breathless, and completely stripped of his anger. He took