Episode 67 - My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets

My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 67

Lara ordered Evie onto modified bed rest and moved the delivery team’s schedule forward. The triplets had grown well, but three strong heartbeats did not make the birth simple. Every additional day mattered.

Evie responded by turning the residence study into a command room. Project drawings covered one wall, medical instructions another, and the new parental charter lay open on the desk awaiting implementation.

Leopold wanted to cancel the public reopening of the retreat. Evie refused. The building had been inspected, repaired, and independently certified. Allowing Blackhart’s blockade to keep it closed would teach every frightened family that intimidation worked.

She agreed not to attend in person. A recorded address would play while Max and representatives from both human and wolf communities opened the doors together.

Before the ceremony, Blackhart’s interim council requested a meeting. Their former Alpha had been removed permanently, and they wanted Stonehearth to recognize a new leadership slate that included no member of Darleen’s immediate family.

Leopold expected demands for favorable territory. Instead, the delegates brought restitution records for damage at the retreat and a proposal to dismantle the private ritual chambers used in the curse.

Evie joined remotely and asked who would control the artifacts after dismantling. When the delegates suggested dividing them between the packs, she rejected the plan. Power had already passed through too many supposedly responsible hands.

The councils agreed to place dangerous objects in a neutral archive governed by human law and supernatural specialists. Nothing connected to Evie or the babies could be displayed, studied, or copied without her permission.

The former Alpha interrupted the meeting through an unauthorized call. He accused the delegates of trading Blackhart honor for Stonehearth approval and demanded that Darleen’s exile be reversed.

His own Beta disconnected him. The simple act ended a lifetime of obedience more decisively than a challenge fight could have done.

Darleen’s exile order took effect that afternoon. Human custody prevented her physical departure, but the Blackhart wards withdrew recognition from her blood. Her title vanished from pack records, and no territory could be claimed in her name.

From the secure medical facility, Darleen sent Evie one final message: “You won because everyone changed the rules for you.”

Evie dictated a reply she ultimately chose not to send. The rules had not changed for her alone. They had changed because the old ones made cruelty easy.

At the retreat reopening, families crossed the threshold without pack insignia or rank announcements. A plaque credited Mara Vale as the original architect whose principles inspired the project, while Evie’s name appeared beside the modern design team rather than above them.

Evie watched the broadcast from bed. Children ran through the central courtyard Mara had imagined generations earlier. Leopold sat beside Evie but did not touch her until she reached for his hand.

His father arrived after the ceremony and asked to apologize. Evie allowed him ten minutes, with her attorney present. He admitted that preserving succession had mattered more to him than the people forced to carry it.

She did not forgive him on command. She said the babies would know their grandfather only through behavior consistent with the charter. Access would grow from trust, not blood.

He accepted the condition and left without requesting a blessing from Leopold. It was a small change, but honest because it cost him pride.

That evening, Leopold returned the Alpha ring to his hand. Then he offered Evie a second, plain band—not a mating mark or engagement demand, only a promise she could decline.

Before she answered, a hard contraction tightened across her abdomen. Lara’s monitor recorded it, then another. The triplets had chosen their own timetable.