The Alpha’s Regret: My Secret Triplets

Chapter 6: The King’s Arrival

The air in the infirmary was suffocating. Caleb’s Alpha aura was flaring, a suffocating pressure intended to make me submissive. In the old days, I would have trembled. Now, it just felt like a mild annoyance.

"I’m not asking, Aria," Caleb growled, his eyes flashing with a dark, possessive blue. "The father of these children—who is he? If he’s a rogue, I’ll have him hunted down for what he did to you."

"What he did to me?" I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "He gave me everything you were too blind to see, Caleb. He gave me strength. He gave me these beautiful children. He gave me a reason to live when you left me to die in the rain."

"Enough!" Elena shrieked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and jealousy. "Caleb, she’s lying! Look at her—she’s a traitor! She brings strange children into our pack house and claims the virus is from us? She’s the one who brought the plague!"

Elena turned to the guards, pointing a shaking finger at me. "Arrest her! Put her in the silver cells until she tells the truth!"

The guards hesitated, looking between their Alpha and the woman who had just saved their brothers’ lives.

"I said arrest her!" Elena screamed.

Suddenly, the ground began to vibrate.

It wasn't an earthquake. It was the rhythm of dozens of heavy engines. Outside, the sound of helicopter blades began to drown out the wind. A scent began to drift into the room—a scent so powerful, so ancient, that every wolf in the room, including Caleb, felt their knees buckle.

It was the scent of a brewing storm and dark bourbon. It was the scent of the King.

"Mommy," Jax whispered, his golden eyes glowing bright. "He’s here."

The doors of the infirmary were not opened; they were blown off their hinges by a sheer wave of power. A line of elite Royal Guards, dressed in black tactical gear with the silver crest of the Lycan Throne, marched in, forming a corridor.

Then, he walked in.

Silas. The Lycan King.

He was even more terrifyingly handsome than I remembered. He wore a tailored black overcoat over his massive frame. His golden eyes swept across the room, and where his gaze landed, men fell to their floors in involuntary submission.

Caleb gasped, his face draining of all color. As a pack Alpha, he was powerful, but before a Lycan King, he was nothing more than a pup. Caleb lowered his head, his body trembling as his wolf forced him to yield.

Silas ignored everyone. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a heartbeat, the coldness in his gaze melted into something dangerously hot.

Then, he looked down at the three children standing by my side.

Leo stepped forward, his little chest puffed out. He didn't bow. He didn't tremble. He looked at the most powerful man in the world and said, "You’re late. We were almost arrested."

The room collectively held its breath. People expected the King to snap the child’s neck for such insolence.

Instead, Silas knelt. He knelt on the dirty floor of the infirmary, reaching out to ruffle Leo’s hair.

"My apologies, little prince," Silas’s voice was a deep rumble that vibrated in my very bones. "The royal jet had a slight delay. It won't happen again."

Silas stood up and turned his gaze toward Caleb and Elena. The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees.

"I heard someone mentioned 'silver cells'?" Silas asked softly. The softness of his voice was more terrifying than a roar.

Caleb swallowed hard, his voice shaking. "Your... Your Majesty. We didn't know. We didn't know these were your... that Aria was..."

"That Aria was my Queen?" Silas stepped closer to Caleb, looming over him. He grabbed Caleb by the throat, lifting the Alpha off the ground with a single hand. "That these are the heirs to the Lycan Throne?"

"Please..." Elena sobbed, collapsing to her floor. "We didn't... she was just a wolfless rogue..."

Silas tightened his grip, his claws beginning to dig into Caleb’s neck. "The next person who speaks a word against my mate or my children will not live to see the sunset. Do I make myself clear, Alpha Blackwood?"

Caleb could only managed a strangled nod. Silas dropped him like he was a piece of trash.

Silas walked back to me, his hand possessively gripping the small of my back. The heat of his palm burned through my suit, a silent claim that everyone in the room could see.

"Aria," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You ran away once. Don't think for a second I'm letting you out of my sight again."

I looked at Caleb, who was coughing on the floor, and then at Elena, who was paralyzed with terror. The revenge I had tasted today was sweet, but as Silas pulled me against his chest, I realized that the real drama was just beginning.