Episode 25 - My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets

My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 25

For two days, Evie worked from a sunlit study overlooking the Stonehearth grounds. She rebuilt the hospitality proposal around spaces that made strangers feel protected without making them feel confined. The idea came too easily. Every corridor she drew reflected the difference between a sanctuary and a cage.

Leopold stayed away during working hours as promised, but food appeared at exact intervals. When Evie forgot to eat, he felt the resulting wave of dizziness through the bond and arrived at the study door with a tray. He knocked before entering, waited for permission, and left without asking to see her work. His discipline was becoming harder to dismiss as temporary guilt.

On the morning of the presentation, Doctor Lara approved three hours at the office. Paula checked the route while Max arranged a private elevator. Evie rejected the armored vehicle Leopold first suggested and accepted a discreet company car instead. She wanted protection, not a procession announcing that the Alpha’s pregnant human had arrived.

The Stonehearth lobby fell quiet when she entered. Employees who had watched Francesca humiliate her now stepped aside. Some stared at the guard beside her; others noticed Leopold walking several paces behind, giving Evie room to enter under her own name.

Her new desk had been moved closer to the design team, no longer isolated among interns. The permanent employee plaque made her pause. She had fought for that position before she knew anything about mate bonds or Alpha heirs, and seeing it restored a piece of herself that the mansion could never provide.

“You earned it,” Leopold said quietly.

Before Evie could answer, the elevator opened again. A tall woman in an ivory suit crossed the lobby with the assurance of someone accustomed to being welcomed. Wolves lowered their gazes as she passed. Her smile was elegant, but the power beneath it pressed against the room.

“Leopold.” She greeted him by name and kissed his cheek before Evie understood the intimacy of the gesture. “You might have told me the rumors were true.”

Leopold stepped back. “Darleen Blackhart. You are early.”

“I was invited to evaluate the project, not wait in a hotel while Stonehearth recovered from an internal scandal.” Darleen’s gaze traveled to Evie’s face, then to the loose jacket concealing her stomach. “And this must be the intern everyone is discussing.”

“Designer,” Evie corrected.

Darleen’s smile sharpened. “Of course. Leopold has always been generous with fragile things.”

The insult sounded polished enough for a boardroom, but the wolves nearby recognized a challenge. Evie felt Leopold’s anger flare through the bond. She spoke before he could turn the exchange into an Alpha confrontation. “Then the presentation should tell you whether generosity or ability put me on this project.”

Darleen studied her with new interest. “I look forward to it.” She slipped one hand around Leopold’s arm as if reclaiming a familiar place. “Our packs have waited a long time for us to finish what our parents began.”

Leopold removed her hand. “This meeting concerns design.”

For the first time, Darleen’s composure cracked. Her eyes flickered with a wolf’s brightness before settling on Evie. The reaction lasted only a second, but Evie understood that the woman’s interest in Leopold was neither casual nor historical.

Inside the conference room, Darleen took the seat beside Leopold and questioned every element of Evie’s proposal. Evie answered with research, cost projections, and a clarity sharpened by months of being underestimated. One by one, the board members leaned toward her drawings.

Darleen challenged the open central spaces as too vulnerable for wolf guests, so Evie demonstrated how the landscape created concealed security lines without turning the retreat into a fortress. She challenged the cost of locally sourced materials, and Evie produced a phased procurement plan that saved money over five years. Every question carried a second accusation—that a human could not understand wolf needs—but answering the design problem denied Darleen the confrontation she wanted.

Leopold said almost nothing. Evie could feel his restraint through the bond each time Darleen disguised contempt as professional skepticism. In the past he would have ended the meeting with a command, protecting Evie while also implying she could not defend her work. This time he allowed her evidence to control the room. His silence became support rather than abandonment, and Evie hated how much the difference warmed her.

When the client requested that Evie lead the next phase, applause rose from the human members of the board. Several wolves joined only after Leopold did. Evie noticed the delay. Corporate titles could not erase pack hierarchy, and her success would always be filtered through the Alpha’s approval unless she built alliances independent of him. Darleen noticed it too; the woman’s gaze moved from the applauding board to Leopold as if Evie had stolen something more valuable than a contract.

When the presentation ended, the client representative praised the concept and requested Evie remain on the project. Satisfaction warmed her until Darleen rose and approached the display. “An impressive beginning,” she said. “But this contract requires someone who understands wolves, not merely someone protected by one.” Her hand closed over the edge of Evie’s drawing, and her nails lengthened just enough to score the paper.

Leopold stood. Darleen released the page, smiling as though nothing had happened. “Let us see how long your human designer survives the pressure.” The words were professional on the surface. The threat beneath them was meant for Evie alone.