My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 14
Blood covered the restroom floor, but Evie was gone. Leopold remained crouched beside the stains for one terrible second, breathing in the metallic scent and the three faint traces woven through it. The damaged door and displaced furniture showed that she had barricaded herself while the she-wolves tried to reach her. His pups had been there. His mate had fought there. Someone had removed her before he arrived, leaving behind only the evidence of how badly she had needed him.
Behind him, the she-wolves shifted toward the exit. Their fear sharpened the scent of the room and told Leopold more clearly than any confession that Evie had not left willingly. He rose with an unnatural stillness, every piece of control narrowing around a single purpose.
Francesca barely managed to turn before his hand closed around her arm. “What did you do to Evie?” he demanded. His voice carried the force of an Alpha command, stripping away the confidence she had used to torment a human who could not fight back.
“I told you, she never came to work.” Francesca tried to pull free, but Leopold tightened his grip. Her eyes flicked toward the others, silently ordering them to support the lie.
Leopold dragged her attention back to the blood. “Her scent is in this room. So is mine.” The second admission stunned everyone listening. “If you lie to me again, your demotion will be the smallest punishment you face.”
Max entered and took in the broken door, overturned furniture, and crimson trail. The scene documented a struggle more clearly than witnesses ever could. He signaled security to seal the exits and ordered them to search every service corridor, stairwell, and garage.
One of the she-wolves broke first. She insisted she had not touched Evie after the attack, but admitted Francesca had ordered them to hide the body and clean the room. Another immediately blamed her companions, and their carefully coordinated lie disintegrated into accusations. The word body made Leopold’s wolf surge so violently that the lights seemed to tremble with the force of his rage. Max moved between him and the women, not to protect them from justice, but to ensure someone remained conscious enough to reveal where Evie had been taken.
“She was alive when you moved her,” Francesca said quickly. Panic loosened the truth she had tried to bury. “She was breathing. I never said she was dead.”
“Where?” Leopold seized the front of her clothes and lifted her close enough that she could no longer pretend rank would protect her. Through the bond, he felt only a dull thread of pain. Evie’s fading awareness frightened him more than a scream would have.
Francesca claimed the others had taken Evie toward the rear service area. The women contradicted one another over which corridor they used, each trying to reduce her own part in the crime. Leopold released Francesca only when Max promised she would remain under guard.
He followed the blood no ordinary eye could have noticed. Small drops marked a service stairwell, then vanished near a storage passage where cleaning carts and discarded furniture crowded the walls. The women had tried to erase the path, but haste left water streaks and the sharp odor of cleaning solution behind. Evie’s scent weakened there, mixed with antiseptic and the sweat of terrified wolves. Leopold forced himself to move carefully, knowing panic could make him overlook the one clue that led to her.
A locked utility room stood at the end of the passage. Leopold tore the handle free rather than wait for a key. Inside, Evie lay unconscious on a folded tarp, abandoned when the women heard him arrive.
For the first time since entering the building, the bond gave him something other than pain. A faint pulse of recognition moved through it when he touched her cheek. Evie was alive, but her skin was cold and the blood on her clothes warned how little time remained.
“Evie, open your eyes.” Leopold lifted her carefully, one arm beneath her knees and the other supporting her back. Her head fell against his chest without response. The trust implied by that helpless posture was one she had never willingly offered him.
Three delicate scents clung to her beneath the blood. Leopold had known the instant he entered the restroom, but holding her made the truth more intimate and more terrifying. These were his pups, and their lives depended on the human woman he had repeatedly treated as though she meant nothing.
Max cleared the route to the pack infirmary while Leopold carried her from the building. Employees watched their Alpha pass with the injured human in his arms, but no one dared ask why his expression held fear instead of anger. Until that day, many had treated Evie as disposable because they assumed the Alpha would never value a human. The blood on Leopold’s clothes corrected that belief more effectively than any announcement could. News would spread soon enough, along with questions about what Evie truly was to him.
Doctor Lara met them at the infirmary doors and ordered Leopold to place Evie on a treatment bed. She took one look at the blood and called for emergency supplies. “Wait outside,” she told him when he refused to release Evie’s hand.
“She is my mate,” Leopold said, speaking the truth aloud for the first time. Doctor Lara did not pause. “Then let me save her.” The doors closed between them, leaving Leopold with Evie’s blood on his clothes and her pain inside his body. He had found her, but until Lara emerged, he did not know whether he had been fast enough.