Th Alpha CEO’s Secret Triplets

The second his teeth fell into my neck, I knew my life was over One ago moment I was placing the black coffee on Alpha CEO Damian Blackwood’s desk like I had been doing a hundred times before. The next, I was slammed against the cold glass wall of his office, his powerful body pinning me in place, and his palms going through my skin. He was on me doing his things for over thirty minutes. “Mine.” The word vibrated against my throat as he bit down harder. I was sweating profusely . Something invisible and unbreakable locked around my soul and yanked. Then he froze. Damian jerked back like I had burned him. Golden eyes stared at the fresh, bleeding mark on my neck. “No.” He said as if it wasn’t intentional “No.” I touched the wound with shaking fingers. Blood smeared across my skin. “What… what did you just do?” “I marked you.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, face changed in disgust. “By mistake.” Mistake. The word landed heavier than the bite itself. He took another step back, putting distance between us as if I were something dirty and disposable . “You’re human. A human mustn’t be marked”.he pointed at my neck, “—means nothing. Do you understand me?” My throat closed. His next sentence cut deeper than his teeth ever could.“You will forget this happened. You will never speak of it. I was drunk when this happened”. The rejection was clean. Surgical. Final. Eleven months of careful silence, and staying out of his way , of being the perfect invisible maid—all of it destroyed in one loss of control. He turned away, already pulling out his phone. “Maya will give you three months’ salary. Be gone before sunrise.” The door opened behind me. My best friend Lena stood there in her neat housekeeper uniform, eyes wide. She had been eavesdropping. Damian didn’t even glance at her. “Get her out of my sight.” Lena grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hallway, shutting the heavy door by lifting the bolt. The second we were alone she hissed, “What the hell did you do?” “I didn’t do anything,” I whispered. My fingers wouldn’t stop touching the mark. It burned. “He… r***d me “ Lena’s face went pale. She glanced up and down the empty corridor, then dragged me toward the staff stairs. “Listen to me carefully, Aria. You have to leave. Tonight.” “I can’t just—” “Yes, you can.” Her voice cut in, almost frantic. “He’s an Alpha. Once his drunkenness fades completely he’s going to realize what he did and he’s going to hate you for it. Humans don’t survive that kind of bond, Aria. Especially not with him. He would tear you apart”. Tears drifted from my eyes. “It hurts.” “I know.” She wiped my face, forcing me to look at her. “if you stay, it will only get worse. Pack law is clear. A human marked by accident is a liability. And you knows what he is capable of.”The words sank like stones. I swallowed hard. “You’re saying he might—” “I’m saying you need to start moving before he decides you’re a problem.” Lena’s eyes softened for a second. “Trust me. I’ve worked here longer than you. I know how this world works. Pack first. Always.” She was right. I had seen enough in eleven months to know Damian Blackwood did not tolerate weakness or mistakes. Especially not ones that came with a mark that might result to dispute paternity. Lena helped me pack in silence. Two small bags. My passport. The emergency cash I kept under the mattress. When I touched the wound again, a sharp wave of nausea flowed over me. I pressed a hand to my stomach without thinking. Lena noticed. Her eyes dropped to my hand, then back to my face. “Go to the old address I gave you last year,” she said quietly. “Don’t contact anyone from the pack. Don’t contact me for a while either. It’s safer that way.” I nodded, throat too tight for words. At the side gate she hugged me once, quick and hard. “I’m doing this for you,” she whispered against my hair. “You’ll thank me later.” I stepped out into the cold night air with the Alpha’s mark still bleeding under my collar and the first tiny flutter of life already settling in my womb. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Because if I had turned around one last time, I might have seen the way Lena watched me leave—eyes calculating, lips already curving into the smallest, coldest smile. The same smile she would wear five years later…
when she stood beside Damian Blackwood with his engagement ring sparkling on her finger.