The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 189

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.

my black sedan, placing the wrapped painting securely across my lap. My

back to the estate right now. Break every

and the car roared away from the luxury hotel, speeding through

the entire ride, 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, wild, and screaming

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

The heavy wood hit the walls with a booming

pack house, making the nearby guards instantly drop to their knees from the sheer pressure of

living room. Leo 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 leather sofa, looking completely exhausted, his hair messy from his long flight,

standing up instantly. "You almost broke our minds with that

my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I stepped to the center of the room. I carefully placed the canvas onto the large coffee table right

drawing together.

up and look," I interrupted,

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

silence that hit

Leo froze entirely,

just stared at

Leonard’s voice finally broke the quiet. It didn’t have his usual loud, aggressive tone. It was low, breathless, and completely stripped of his anger. He took a slow step forward, his eyes glued to the image of his younger self standing at the

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