Episode 31 - My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets

My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 31

Evie woke before dawn with all three triplets moving at once. The sensation was not the familiar flutter Doctor Lara had taught her to expect. It felt like three frightened animals turning toward the same distant sound. Across the mansion, Leopold’s pain struck the bond a heartbeat later.

She found him braced against the corridor wall outside her room. Veins stood out along his hands, and his eyes flashed silver as his wolf fought for control. No wound marked his body, but a dark pressure tightened around Evie’s chest whenever he tried to stand.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Something pulled at the bond.” Leopold forced the words through clenched teeth. “Then it stopped.”

Doctor Lara arrived with Max and examined them separately. Evie’s blood pressure had risen, while Leopold’s heartbeat carried an irregular second rhythm that vanished whenever he moved away from her. The triplets remained stable, but each responded sharply when Lara asked Leopold to cross the room.

“This is not a normal mate-bond reaction,” Lara said. “Distance can cause discomfort in a bond this strong, but it should not feel like something is tearing through it.”

Max immediately connected the attack to Darleen’s departure. She had broken a glass, spilled her blood, and left the estate moments before Evie sensed danger. The dining hall had been cleaned, but one shard remained wedged beneath the table.

Leopold ordered the room sealed. Evie insisted the staff who cleaned it be checked first. If Darleen had left poison or another harmful substance, servants who had no part in the conflict might already be exposed. Her concern redirected the investigation from vengeance to evidence.

Paula recovered the shard with gloves. A thin black residue clung to the dried blood, too dark to be part of the glass. Lara could not identify it medically, and the household guards claimed no ordinary wolf substance behaved that way.

“Blackhart uses old rituals,” one elder admitted reluctantly. “Symbols, herbs, blood vows. Most are ceremonial.”

“Most?” Evie asked.

The elder avoided her eyes. Stonehearth history recorded witches among several old pack families, but modern wolves preferred to treat the stories as superstition. Admitting sorcery still existed would mean acknowledging that strength and rank could not solve every threat.

Leopold wanted to confront Darleen immediately. Evie reminded him that she had asked them to test the herbs and had performed no visible ritual at dinner. Accusing her without understanding the residue would warn her which evidence they possessed.

“You felt what she did,” Leopold said. “The children felt it.”

“Yes, but a feeling cannot protect us in front of your elders or a court.” Evie covered his hand with hers. “Find out how the curse began. If she is attacking the bond, we need to know what she is touching.”

The request led them to the oldest locked room in the mansion. Leopold possessed the key but had never entered since childhood. Inside waited pack records his family had hidden from human employees and younger wolves: mating histories, bloodline agreements, and warnings written long before Stonehearth became a corporation.

Dust covered the shelves. Max found the first reference to the Alpha curse in a ledger more than a century old. A Stonehearth ancestor had rejected his destined mate for a political union with a powerful witch. The records described the decision as necessary for land and military protection, language disturbingly similar to the elders’ arguments for Leopold marrying Darleen. The rejected mate disappeared before the political ceremony, and the witch discovered too late that power could not manufacture the bond she wanted. Her final vow had blocked future Alphas from recognizing their mates at the expected age.

Evie read the next line twice. The curse would weaken only when a Stonehearth Alpha chose his true mate freely after consummating the bond. If he chose power over her, the mate would suffer the consequence. Several entries documented women who became ill when their Stonehearth partners delayed the choice or pursued political marriages. The family had recorded their pain as unfortunate side effects while preserving the alliances that caused it. Evie felt the weight of generations in which women’s bodies had paid for decisions made in council rooms.

Leopold read those entries beside her and recognized surnames still honored throughout the mansion. Portraits in the great hall celebrated leaders whose victories had depended on silenced mates. He ordered Max to copy the pages for the elders, refusing to let family pride continue editing the cost of Stonehearth power.

“That is why you feel my pain,” she whispered. The bond was not merely punishment or fate. It was a test repeated through generations.

A loose page slipped from the ledger. On it, the same black symbol hidden beneath Darleen’s sleeve had been drawn beside one warning: a witch of the original bloodline could seize an unfinished bond before the Alpha publicly completed his choice. The seizure did not create love. It redirected pain, desire, and instinct until the Alpha could no longer distinguish coercion from devotion. A note in another hand warned that pregnancy multiplied the paths into the bond, making the unborn children both anchors and vulnerabilities.

Leopold looked toward the locked door as if Darleen might already be on the other side. At dinner he had named Evie his mate, but he had never completed a formal claiming before the pack. The bond protecting them was powerful—and, until Evie freely accepted it, dangerously unfinished.