Episode 35 - My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets

My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 35

The shard on Evie’s pillow destroyed the mansion’s illusion of safety. Paula had locked the room herself, and cameras showed no one entering after Evie left for the study. Either Darleen’s magic could move physical objects, or someone inside Stonehearth served her closely enough to bypass every guard.

Max sealed the household. Staff surrendered access cards and remained in common rooms while security reviewed their movements. Leopold wanted every person questioned by wolves capable of detecting lies. Evie stopped him before fear turned loyal employees into prisoners.

“Investigate access, not species or rank,” she said. “Darleen depends on us distrusting one another.”

Paula photographed the room before removing the shard. Dust along the window latch had been disturbed, though the reinforced glass remained closed. Outside, the wall dropped two stories to a narrow terrace. A wolf could climb it, but exterior cameras should have recorded the movement.

One camera had repeated the same twelve seconds for nearly an hour. The loop was too precise for ordinary equipment failure. Other feeds showed the same bird crossing the terrace six times, a natural detail copied into an artificial pattern. Max traced the alteration to a security workstation used by a junior guard whose sister worked for a Blackhart-owned clinic. Her treatment records showed a rare condition and a balance large enough to ruin the family if the clinic withdrew assistance.

The guard denied entering Evie’s room. Under questioning, he admitted Darleen had threatened to cancel his sister’s treatment unless he disabled one camera feed. He believed someone would photograph documents, not place a magical object beside a pregnant woman.

Leopold’s fury made the guard collapse to his knees. “You opened my home to an attack.”

“And Darleen chose his sister because she knew he would be desperate,” Evie said. She did not excuse the betrayal, but she recognized coercion. “If you punish him before we use what he knows, you protect her.”

The guard revealed a service entrance beneath the west terrace. Blackhart contractors had installed landscaping there years earlier, leaving an access route omitted from modern security plans. It connected to storage corridors used during large pack gatherings, allowing workers to move without crossing ceremonial rooms. He had unlocked it for twenty minutes and watched only the camera screen Darleen’s intermediary told him to monitor. Whoever entered knew the old architecture, the patrol intervals, and exactly which stair avoided household staff.

Max searched the passage and found black wax, a strip of ivory fabric, and a small pouch containing hair. The strands matched Leopold’s color. Darleen had built the ritual inside the estate, close enough to strike the bond through Evie’s computer.

Doctor Lara burned the hair under protective herbs described in the archive. The pressure around Evie’s chest lessened, but the black mark on the glass shard remained. Destroying it incorrectly might release whatever power it stored.

The elder who had given Darleen archive access identified the symbol as a severing seal. It could not fully break a destined bond, but repeated use might numb one partner’s ability to feel the other. Early symptoms included delayed pain, distorted emotions, and false signals that resembled the chosen mate. The final stage left instinct attached to an empty pathway a witch could imitate. Darleen was not trying to kill Leopold. She wanted to make Evie’s suffering invisible to him while teaching his wolf to answer someone else.

The discovery struck Evie harder than the physical attack. Leopold had rescued her because the bond forced him to feel her pain when no one else listened. If Darleen silenced that connection, Evie feared he might return to the man who believed the worst of her.

Leopold felt the thought before she voiced it. “The bond made me notice,” he said. “It did not make me learn.”

“You did not believe me until you hurt too.”

“Then I will believe you before I feel it next time.” He did not ask her to trust the promise immediately. “If the bond goes silent, you tell me what is happening, and I listen.”

They created a protocol independent of magic: scheduled check-ins, medical alerts shared by consent, and code phrases Evie could use if someone monitored her. Human systems became a defense against supernatural interference.

Evie chose phrases drawn from her designs rather than their relationship, details Darleen could not learn from pack history. “Open courtyard” meant she was safe but watched. “North window” meant immediate danger. A question about material samples meant the speaker might be an imposter. Paula documented who knew each phrase, while Max stored the list outside company and pack networks.

Leopold added a rule for himself: if magic contradicted Evie’s spoken words, he would trust the words unless evidence showed coercion. The promise removed his instincts from the center of every decision. Darleen could imitate pain or desire, but she could not reproduce the history Evie and Leopold were deliberately building through choices.

The coerced guard agreed to contact Darleen’s intermediary and claim the shard had gone unnoticed. Max would trace the response. Leopold suspended the guard from duty but guaranteed his sister’s treatment through a neutral hospital, removing Blackhart’s leverage.

That evening, Darleen’s intermediary sent instructions for a second breach. The message ordered the guard to disable the north gate during Evie’s next office visit and included a photograph of her estranged brother waiting beside a Blackhart vehicle.

Darleen was no longer relying on symbols alone. She had found human hands willing to drag Evie back into the life she had escaped.