My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 24
Evie’s first night back in the mansion should have felt secure. Instead, every soft footstep in the corridor reminded her that dozens of wolves knew she carried Leopold’s children. The door now had a lock installed at her request, but safety depended on more than hardware. It depended on whether an entire pack could accept that a human woman had the right to set limits around its Alpha.
She woke before dawn with hunger sharp enough to make her nauseated. By the time she reached the kitchen, she found Leopold already there, staring suspiciously at a pan while a sleepy cook tried to explain that Evie’s meal plan did not require the Alpha to prepare breakfast himself.
“What are you doing?” Evie asked.
“Doctor Lara said you need protein every three hours.”
“She did not say you had to personally threaten the eggs.”
The corner of Leopold’s mouth moved. He surrendered the pan to the cook and placed fruit, toast, and tea on the table. He had remembered that the scent of coffee worsened her nausea. The detail unsettled Evie because it proved he noticed more than he admitted.
They ate across from each other in the quiet kitchen. Leopold told her that Max had selected six potential guards, including two women experienced in protecting pregnant pack members. Evie could interview them after breakfast. He also gave her the temporary access code for every secure wing of the house rather than restricting her movements.
“You changed all this overnight?” she asked.
“I changed what should never have been arranged without you.” His tone remained formal, but the answer honored the promise he had made.
The interviews revealed how strange her position had become. Each wolf called Leopold “Alpha” with instinctive obedience, yet Evie asked whether they would follow her order when it contradicted his. The first two avoided answering. The third, a composed she-wolf named Paula, said protection failed when the protected person had to escape the protector. Evie chose her immediately.
Leopold accepted the choice, though Paula warned him directly that Evie’s medical privacy belonged to Evie. The lack of protest surprised everyone but Evie, who was beginning to recognize the effort behind his restraint. He signed the reporting agreement without adding a private exception for himself.
Later, Max brought documents from Stonehearth Design. Evie’s permanent position remained active, but rumors had spread through the office after the staircase attack. Some employees believed she had manipulated Leopold. Others believed the Alpha had hidden her because she was carrying an enemy’s child. Silence had created a story crueler than the truth.
Evie reviewed the design schedule and found a major hospitality project approaching its presentation deadline. The lead concept bore signs of Francesca’s influence but lacked the human warmth clients had praised in Evie’s earlier work. If she returned now, she could prove that her position came from talent rather than Leopold’s favor.
“I can finish a revised concept in three days,” she said.
Leopold read the medical restrictions before answering. “You can work from here.”
“I can start here. The presentation happens at the office.”
His refusal rose between them, familiar and immediate. Then Leopold remembered the notebook upstairs. “If Lara approves, Paula accompanies you, and you leave the moment the bond signals distress.”
“Those are precautions, not permission,” Evie reminded him.
“Then consider them my terms for not carrying you out of the building in front of the board.” The dry threat held more worry than authority. Evie almost smiled.
Max’s phone rang before they could finalize the plan. He listened, then looked toward Leopold. A delegation from the Blackhart Pack had arrived in the city for the hospitality project, led by Darleen Blackhart herself. At the sound of the name, every wolf in the room went still. Evie understood at once that her return to Stonehearth Design would place her in front of more than an important client.
Max explained that Blackhart supplied stone, timber, and political support for several Stonehearth developments. Darleen rarely attended routine presentations, but this project involved a luxury retreat intended for both human and wolf guests. Her decision to appear personally suggested that the rumors about Evie had reached her before the delegation entered the city. Blackhart representatives were granted broad access because years of alliance had made them seem nearly part of Stonehearth. That familiarity now created a security problem: restricting Darleen would be interpreted as an accusation, while welcoming her would place her close to Evie. Leopold’s expression revealed history he had not yet shared, and Evie refused to walk into that history blind.
“Before I go back to the office, you tell me who she is to you,” Evie said. Leopold answered that Darleen was the daughter of an allied Alpha and nothing more. The careful wording did not satisfy her. Packs did not fall silent over an ordinary business partner. He admitted their families had encouraged an alliance when the Stonehearth curse made a true mate seem impossible, but insisted he had promised Darleen nothing. Evie believed the denial without assuming Darleen would. Expectations repeated for years could feel like ownership even without a vow. As Max left to prepare the security briefing, Evie reopened her design files. Whatever Darleen expected from Leopold, Evie would meet her first as the professional responsible for the project—not as a frightened human hidden in the Alpha’s home.