Mated to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Tell Me About Her

Hazel’s POV

“Damn it,” I muttered, slamming my palm against the wall.

Night had fallen but I couldn’t stop pacing. My eyes scanned every inch of the room for the tenth time. There had to be a way out.

I tried the door handle again, knowing it would be locked but hoping for a miracle. Nothing. The windows were out of question, and the air vent was too small for even a child to crawl through.

My mind drifted to Lucas, Liam, and Levi. Were they looking for me? Did they even know where to start? The thought of never seeing them again made my chest ache with a pain so deep I could barely breathe.

I sank onto the bed, cradling my still-flat belly protectively.

“We’ll be okay,” I whispered to my unborn child. “Your dads will find us.”

Exhaustion finally won over my anxiety, and I fell into a restless sleep. In my dreams, the triplets were there, their faces clear as day. Lucas’s stern but loving gaze. Liam’s warm smile. Levi’s playful wink.

I reached out, touching Levi’s face, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingertips.

“Damn. Are we throwing ourselves into each other’s arms already, sweetheart?”

My eyes snapped open. The voice was all wrong. It wasn’t Levi’s. I jerked my hand back in horror when I realized I’d been caressing Leo’s face. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Get away from me!” I scrambled backward until my spine hit the wall.

Leo chuckled, standing up. “Relax. If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it while you were drooling in your sleep.”

“I don’t drool,” I snapped, wiping my mouth just to be sure.

His eyes glinted with that familiar mischief that reminded me too much of Levi. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

I glared at him, pulling the blanket tighter around me. “What do you want?”

Leo leaned over to the bedside table and picked up a bowl I hadn’t noticed before. The scent of chicken soup wafted toward me, making my stomach growl loudly.

“Thought you might be hungry.” He handed the bowl to me.

I didn’t move to take it. “How do I know it’s not poisoned?”

He rolled his eyes. “If I wanted you dead, there are much more efficient ways than poisoning your soup.”

When I still didn’t reach for it, he sighed dramatically. “Fine.” He took a spoonful and swallowed it. “See? Not poisoned. Now eat.”

My hands shook as I accepted the bowl, still wary. “I won’t die from this. But my baby might.”

Leo’s expression turned cold. “Please. There are many other easier ways to get rid of that lump of cells growing in you. Now eat it or starve. Your choice. I’m not the one eating for two.”

The comment stung, but my hunger won out. I took a cautious sip, then another. It was surprisingly good—rich broth with chunks of chicken and vegetables. Before I knew it, I’d emptied the bowl.

“Wow,” Leo said dryly. “If I’d known you were starving, I would’ve brought a trough.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, but then my empty stomach growled again, betraying me. I bit my lip before asking, “Do you have any more?”

His lips twitched. “The pregnant lady wants seconds? Shocking.”

Despite his sarcasm, he stood and retrieved another serving from somewhere outside the room. When he returned, he handed me the refilled bowl.

“Try not to inhale it this time,” he said, sitting back down on the chair across from me.

I was too hungry to care about his comments. I dug in eagerly, but in my haste, the spoon slipped. Hot soup splashed onto my hand and wrist. noveldrama

“Shit!” I hissed, nearly dropping the bowl.

Leo moved with surprising speed, taking the bowl from me and setting it aside. “For Goddess’s sake, be careful,” he snapped, but there was something else in his voice.

Was it concern? Either way, I didn’t have the time to think it through.

Leo grasped my wrist, examining the reddening skin.

“It’s not bad,” he muttered under his breath. “Just a minor burn.”

His touch was gentle as he led me to the small bathroom and ran cold water over my skin. The cool relief was immediate.

“Seriously, you’re just like Helena,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Always rushing. Never looking before leaping.”

I stared at him. “What was she like? Helena?”

Leo’s hand froze on my wrist. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might yell at me. Instead, he carefully dried my hand with a towel and stepped back.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me,” I insisted. “You said she was my sister. My twin. I didn’t even know she existed until recently.”

“You have your parents to thank for that,” he snapped, his eyes darkening. “They shipped you to different packs like unwanted baggage. Helena grew up without knowing you existed either.”

I felt a pang of sadness. “Please, Leo. I want to know about her.”

Leo turned away, his shoulders tense. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“That’s not true. You loved her. She was your mate. There must be a thousand things you could tell me about her.”

“And what good would that do?” he growled, spinning back to face me. “She’s gone, and talking about her won’t bring her back.”

“But it might help me understand why you’re doing all this.” I took a step closer to him. “Why you want me to replace her. Why you kidnapped me. Why—”

“Stop!” Leo’s voice echoed off the walls. His chest heaved with emotion.

I fell silent, watching him struggle to regain his composure.

After a long moment, he sighed. “There’s no doubt you two are sisters.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re both stubborn as hell. Both of you keep pushing until you get what you want.” A ghost of a smile crossed his face. “It’s a miracle you turned out so alike, even though you were raised apart.”

My heart quickened. This was the most he’d ever revealed about Helena. All my life, I’ve never had any family to call my own. I wanted—needed—to know more.

“Tell me about her, Leo. Please.”

Leo studied my face for what felt like an eternity. Something in his expression shifted, like he was seeing someone else when he looked at me. Maybe he was seeing Helena.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply.

“Fine!” he exclaimed. “What do you want to know?”