My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 12
Evie reached an empty room seconds before the nearest she-wolf rounded the corridor. She slipped inside, locked the door, and leaned her weight against it. The small office smelled of dust and stored paper, offering concealment but no real escape. Her legs threatened to collapse, and blood continued to drain strength from her body. The voices outside left no time for weakness.
“Open up, Evie!” Francesca struck the door hard enough to shake the frame. “Open it right now.”
Evie slid one hand over her abdomen. Blood stained her clothes, and the pain had settled into a frightening rhythm. The doctor had warned that a human carrying werewolf fetuses was highly susceptible to miscarriage. She had entered the office that morning determined to provide for them and was now hiding from women willing to let them die. After the fall, every second without medical care placed the triplets at greater risk, yet reaching a doctor required surviving the wolves outside.
“Go away,” she called. Her voice sounded thin through the heavy door, but she forced the words out. “You’re not hurting my babies.”
The women outside fell briefly silent. Evie hoped someone among them had finally recognized the horror of what they were doing. Any one of them could still walk away, call for help, or remember that the unborn children had committed no offense. Then Francesca laughed, and the fragile hope disappeared.
“You can’t hide from us forever.” Another blow rattled the handle. “Open up, or I’ll have my wolf knock the door down. I swear by the Moon Goddess.”
The threat was not empty. A transformed werewolf could tear through the barrier and overpower Evie before she crossed half the room. She had seen wolves move with terrifying speed inside the pack and knew office furniture would offer no meaningful defense. As a human, she had no claws, enhanced strength, or rapid healing capable of matching them. Francesca had chosen the confrontation precisely because the difference in power made resistance seem hopeless.
Evie looked for another exit. The windows were sealed, and the room contained little beyond office furniture and storage cabinets. Her phone was no longer with her, lost somewhere during the fall or the desperate flight through the department. She pushed a chair beneath the handle, knowing it would only delay them. A few stolen seconds were still worth fighting for if they gave someone time to notice what was happening.
“No, don’t come in,” she begged when another impact splintered the frame. “Please leave me alone.”
Francesca answered with a command to hit it again. She could not allow Evie to escape, report the stolen designs, or explain the fall. If Leopold learned the full sequence, her earlier demotion would seem merciful beside the punishment awaiting her. Every new crime made silencing Evie more important, trapping Francesca inside the consequences of her own choices.
Evie sank to one knee as a cramp seized her. She remembered promising her unborn children a good life only hours earlier. She had imagined working harder, finding a small home, and raising them without depending on an Alpha who might reject them. There would have been three cribs crowded into one room, sleepless nights, and bills she somehow found a way to pay. The uncertain future that had frightened her at the clinic now seemed unbearably precious. She prayed simply for the chance to keep them alive.
“Hold on,” she whispered to the triplets. “Please hold on.”
Outside, claws scraped across the door. The sound was worse than the threats because it confirmed that one of the women had begun to shift. A low growl vibrated through the frame, stripped of the last pretense that this was merely a workplace dispute. Wood cracked near the lock, and the chair jumped across the floor. Evie’s shelter was being dismantled piece by piece.
Evie dragged herself backward. She wrapped both arms around her abdomen, making her own body the only shield she had left. Fear urged her to call Leopold’s name, although she had no reason to believe he was close enough to hear. If the wolves entered, she could not stop them, but she would not surrender willingly. Whatever happened, the triplets would not face it without their mother fighting for them.
Several floors below, Leopold entered the building at a run. The bond led him through corridors more reliably than directions could have done, drawing him toward the design department where he had first discovered Francesca’s abuse. That connection no longer felt like a curse he could debate; it was an alarm sounding through his blood. Every wave of Evie’s fear sharpened his sense of where she was and increased his fury at whoever had caused it.
Max struggled to keep pace. Employees flattened themselves against the walls as their Alpha passed, his fury warning them not to interfere. Leopold did not pause to question anyone. The mark on his body burned brighter with each step.
The door above Evie cracked open by an inch. A clawed hand appeared through the gap and shoved the chair aside. Wood splintered across the floor, and the makeshift barricade toppled with insulting ease. Evie crawled backward until a cabinet pressed against her shoulders. She cried out as the women forced their way into the room.
“Evie!” Leopold’s voice thundered from the corridor. For the first time since the attack began, hope pierced her fear—but the wolves were already inside, and she did not know whether he could reach her before Francesca finished what she had started.