Episode 2 - My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets

My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 02

Morning light spilled across unfamiliar sheets, forcing Evie to confront what she had done. She lay perfectly still as fragments of the night returned—the elevator, Leopold’s fevered plea, and the reckless decision that had carried them far beyond anything she had imagined. The spacious bedroom, tailored clothes, and quiet staff beyond the door all confirmed she had not dreamed it. Of all the men in the world, she had slept with her boss, and there was no way to undo it before Monday morning.

Not just her boss, she reminded herself with mounting horror. Leopold Stonehearth was Alpha of the Stonehearth Pack. The female wolves at work admired him with a devotion that bordered on worship, and Evie could already imagine what they would do if they learned that a human intern had spent the night in his bed.

She gathered the sheet around herself and searched for a graceful way to disappear. There was none. Leopold was already awake, composed once more, with no trace of the desperate man who had clung to her hours earlier. His calm made Evie feel even more exposed.

“Now you’re awake,” he said. His tone was formal, almost distant. “Thank you for last night. If you need anything, tell the staff—or tell me.”

Evie hesitated. Under ordinary circumstances she would have asked for nothing and fled before embarrassment swallowed her whole. Then the warning from home echoed in her mind: pass probation this week or return to marry Farmer Joe. Leopold had promised her anything she wanted, and her independence depended on one decision.

She tightened her grip on the sheet. “Actually, do you think you could pass my probation?” The request came out smaller than she intended. Summoning what remained of her courage, she added, “And maybe give me a raise?”

The change in Leopold was immediate. The faint courtesy in his expression vanished, replaced by cold disbelief. Until that moment, some part of him had apparently believed the night between them meant something beyond necessity. He did not know about Farmer Joe or the family waiting to take away her choices. All he heard was a woman naming her price after sharing his bed, and her request destroyed the fragile assumption that she had responded to him rather than his power.

So that was why she had helped him. Leopold looked at the anxious human in his bed and saw someone already collecting payment for a favor. She had wasted no time turning intimacy into a transaction, and the conclusion struck at a pride he rarely allowed anyone close enough to wound.

“When I said you could ask for something, I meant a glass of water,” he said. His voice was quiet, but each word landed like an insult. “Not a job.”

Evie’s embarrassment turned to anger. He had made the offer without conditions, when the drug had stripped away his usual control and left him depending on her. She had not plotted to enter his room or negotiated before helping him. He knew nothing about the threat hanging over her, the months of unpaid overtime, or the humiliations she had swallowed to remain at Stonehearth. Yet he judged her as if her request revealed everything worth knowing, while his wealth allowed him to treat employment as casually as a glass of water.

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” Leopold continued. “You’re focused on money. You’re human.”

The contempt in the final word hurt more than Evie expected. “Really? Just a human?” she demanded. “You’re the one who asked what I wanted, so I told you.” She refused to apologize for wanting control over her own life, even if he had already decided that made her greedy.

Leopold’s gaze flicked toward the identification card among her scattered belongings. “Evie Florentine,” he read, fixing the name in his memory. Whatever private reaction passed through him disappeared before she could identify it.

“Consider the job yours,” he said at last. The words should have filled her with relief. Instead, his expression warned that the price of accepting his promise would not be simple gratitude.

“All I ask is that you never speak of me. You never met me, and you did not see me last night.” His eyes held hers without warmth. “You will never speak to me again.”

For a moment Evie could not answer. He had reduced the most overwhelming night of her life to a secret he wanted erased, then treated her as though she were the one who had cheapened it. She had known they would not become lovers in the daylight, but she had not expected to be dismissed as an embarrassment. The promotion she needed suddenly felt less like a victory than hush money, and accepting it meant carrying his contempt back into the office with her.

Leopold picked up her identification card. “Your probation is over. Congratulations.” His clipped delivery made the word sound like a dismissal.

Evie snatched the card from his hand. “Give that back.” She dressed with as much dignity as she could recover, refusing to let him see how deeply his judgment had cut. At the doorway she turned on him, anger finally stronger than humiliation. “You’re a jerk.”

She walked out believing their mistake had ended before the morning was over. In the corridor, she squared her shoulders and reminded herself that a permanent job was still freedom, no matter how bitterly it had been granted. Behind her, Leopold let the silence close around him and told himself that her request proved he had been right. Yet the room retained her scent, and his attention remained fixed on the door long after she disappeared. Neither of them understood that the promise never to speak again was one fate had no intention of honoring.