My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 28
Darleen’s single word exposed the secret Evie had fought to control. Three. The conference room doors remained open, and several wolves close enough to hear went rigid. Rare Alpha triplets were no longer a rumor passed between packs. A Blackhart heir had confirmed them with her own senses.
Leopold stepped in front of Evie. “This conversation is finished.”
Darleen did not retreat. “Do you understand what she is carrying? Three heirs born through the Stonehearth curse could change the balance between every pack in the region.” Her eyes remained on Evie. “And you brought her into an office with ordinary security.”
“Security you just tested,” Evie said.
Darleen smiled. “If I meant you harm, we would not be talking.”
The statement chilled Evie more than an open threat. Darleen wanted Leopold to believe only she understood the dangers surrounding the triplets. Fear could make control appear reasonable, and Evie had already learned how readily Leopold responded to danger by narrowing her world.
“Paula is taking you home,” Leopold said.
Evie looked at him. “My workday ends in an hour.”
“Darleen has identified the children.”
“So have half the wolves watching us.” Evie kept her voice low. “If your first action is to remove me, she succeeds. She proves my place here depends on whether another wolf allows it.”
The bond carried Leopold’s fear—raw, immediate, and almost indistinguishable from anger. He wanted Evie behind stone walls with guards at every door. Instead, he ordered Max to clear the corridor and double exterior security while Evie completed her work. The compromise did not calm his wolf, but it honored her choice.
Darleen watched the exchange with open displeasure. “She gives orders now?”
“She makes decisions about her own life,” Leopold replied. “You should learn the difference.”
Evie returned to her desk, though concentration became impossible. Anonymous messages had begun arriving through the internal design system. Human gold digger. False mate. The children belong to the pack. Each message vanished after she opened it, suggesting someone with access to company servers. The phrasing frightened her most: the sender did not deny the triplets were Leopold’s, but denied that their mother had any lasting claim to them.
She showed them to Paula, who preserved the next message before it disappeared. Max traced the access point to a conference-floor terminal used by visiting staff. It was not proof against Darleen, but the timing was deliberate.
Information security isolated the terminal and recovered fragments of deleted login records. Someone had used a temporary credential issued to the Blackhart delegation, but dozens of assistants shared access during the presentation. Darleen had once again left evidence of proximity without evidence of responsibility. The messages also contained details about Evie’s old internship desk and the staircase attack, suggesting help from someone already inside Stonehearth. Max recommended shutting down the entire guest network. Evie instead asked the team to monitor it silently. If the sender believed the messages were disappearing, another attempt might reveal both the visitor issuing orders and the employee supplying private information.
Leopold objected to using Evie as bait. She agreed that no message should reach her unfiltered, so a security analyst created a mirrored inbox that captured incoming abuse before forwarding harmless content. Paula would remain beside her, and a silent alarm would summon Max without exposing the investigation. The solution protected Evie without cutting her off from work. More importantly, Leopold accepted a plan built on consent and limited risk instead of insisting that the only safe response was confinement. The choice did not eliminate his fear, but it prevented fear from becoming another weapon against her. He even signed a written protocol defining when security could intervene, subjecting his own authority to the boundaries they had negotiated.
Before Evie could test the new system, the smallest triplet sent a flutter of distress through the bond. She recognized the sensation now—not pain, but a warning that her own energy was failing. She saved the model revisions, informed her team that she was leaving early, and stood. Asking for accommodation still bruised her pride, yet choosing rest before collapse was another form of protecting the career and children Darleen wanted her to believe could not coexist. Her team accepted the handoff without resentment because she had documented every task and trained a deputy. Dependence on colleagues was not the same as dependence on an Alpha; it was how lasting work survived any one person’s absence.
At the end of the hour, Evie stood too quickly and dizziness swept through her. Leopold felt the drop in her blood pressure before Paula could catch her arm. He crossed the office, lifted Evie despite her protest, and carried her toward the private elevator.
Employees stared. Evie hated becoming a spectacle, but the three anxious pulses inside her left no strength for pride. “Put me down when the doors close.”
“If Lara says you are stable.” Leopold’s voice was controlled, yet his heartbeat thundered through the bond.
The elevator doors began to close. Darleen stood at the far end of the corridor, watching Leopold hold Evie with a tenderness he had never shown her. The polished mask slipped from her face. She raised her phone and sent a short message to an unknown recipient: the human would not be difficult to break; the real challenge was separating Leopold from the pain he felt whenever she suffered.