Episode 51 - My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets

My Alpha Boss Gave Me Triplets – Episode 51

The operating-room doors closed before Leopold could reach Evie. Through the bond he felt three racing heartbeats, the medication dulling her fear, and a contraction strong enough to bend her around the pain. He placed both hands against the wall but did not force his way past staff protecting the sterile field.

Doctor Lara met the human obstetric team inside. The triplets were not ready for birth, yet continuing labor risked exhausting Evie and reducing oxygen to the smallest child. Surgery remained prepared while medication, fluids, and controlled bond contact offered one final attempt to stop the contractions.

Evie asked for Leopold. Hospital policy allowed one support person after he changed into sterile clothing and surrendered every device. A nurse explained that his presence belonged to Evie’s care plan, not to his status as father or Alpha. He entered only after Evie confirmed the choice.

“Do not tell me to be calm,” she said as another contraction built.

“Tell me what helps.” Leopold sat where she could see him without blocking the doctors. Evie asked him to describe the triplets’ heartbeats through the bond while Lara read the monitors, giving her two ways to track them when pain made the screens impossible to follow.

The first child’s rhythm remained fast. The second answered every contraction with a strong pulse. The smallest lagged, then recovered when Leopold placed his hand beneath Evie’s open palm without touching until she lowered it onto his.

Warmth moved between them, but the bond began pulling harder, trying to complete what Darleen’s ritual had disrupted. Joel’s warning returned: breaking the false marks could force the true connection to finish during birth.

A claiming impulse rose through Leopold’s wolf. It urged him to mark Evie, close every path into the children, and make the bond permanent before another contraction arrived. He pulled his hand away rather than let instinct use her medical crisis as consent.

Evie felt the struggle. “Why did you move?”

He told her the truth. Hiding the impulse would feed the curse that had always grown through secrecy. “The bond wants me to claim you. I will not do it while pain limits your choice.”

His refusal weakened the pressure. The next contraction came six minutes later instead of four. Lara noted the change but warned that emotion alone did not control labor; medication and the removed ritual marks were also taking effect.

For two hours, Evie breathed through gradually weaker contractions. Leopold named each heartbeat without turning the exercise into a promise about titles or destiny. He spoke of three children, not heirs, and reminded her that every medical decision remained hers.

The smallest heartbeat stabilized first. The cervix stopped changing, allowing the surgical team to stand down while remaining nearby. Lara declared the immediate premature delivery delayed, not permanently prevented.

The neonatal specialists explained what birth that night would mean. Three incubators waited, each prepared for different respiratory needs, while a wolf physician advised on accelerated healing and unpredictable shifting reflexes. Evie asked every question herself. Leopold wrote down the answers instead of speaking over her, creating a record they could revisit when exhaustion erased details.

A hospital social worker discussed emergency consent if Evie lost consciousness. Evie named Lara to coordinate medical information and Leopold to support decisions already documented, but she did not surrender final authority to pack custom. Her attorney witnessed the directive. The preparation frightened her, yet written choices felt safer than assurances made in crisis.

Leopold asked what she wanted if doctors had to choose between continuing the pregnancy and preventing catastrophic injury. The question nearly broke his control. Evie required the team to follow medical evidence, protect her life, and treat each child individually rather than sacrifice one through assumptions about Alpha succession.

Lara confirmed that no heartbeat carried greater value because it seemed stronger or more dominant. The statement challenged pack expectations before the children were born. Leopold signed the directive beneath Evie’s name, promising that hierarchy would not enter the operating room.

Relief left Evie shaking. She had survived the kidnapping and ritual only to reach a room where her body seemed ready to betray the children. Lara corrected her gently: her body had protected three rapidly developing wolves through injuries no human pregnancy was designed to endure.

Leopold repeated the doctor’s words when guilt returned through the bond. “Nothing you did caused this.”

Evie looked at him. “Darleen caused it, and everyone who helped her. Do not turn that into another reason to lock me away.”

He promised to build the next security plan around recovery rather than confinement. The hospital transferred Evie to a high-risk maternity suite with three neonatal teams on standby and a patient advocate controlling access.

Before dawn, police reported that the convoy carrying Darleen from Blackhart estate had arrived with every restraint intact—but the prisoner inside had no memory of her name, Leopold, or the triplets. Darleen had escaped accountability into an apparent magical amnesia no test could immediately disprove. Body-camera footage showed no visible spell during transport, and every guard remembered an uneventful journey. The timing nevertheless matched the removal of the final ritual stone. Evie asked investigators to preserve the vehicle, restraints, medical readings, and guards’ separate accounts before shared discussion altered memory. A claim of illness deserved treatment, but illness could not automatically erase the evidence collected before it appeared.