The Triplet Alphas S Chapter 1: RUN

Chapter 1: RUN.

ELLA.

"Catch her!" the head of the guards’ voice bood behind , sharp and commanding, echoing through the space as he barked orders to his subordinates. "You must not let her escape!"

The sound of his words sent a surge of panic through my veins. My breath hitched, and I hastened my footsteps, forcing my legs to move faster despite the burning pain already creeping into my muscles. I couldn’t let them catch . I wouldn’t. To stop now ant surrender, and I would never accept such a fate, not for myself, and not for what I carried.

I tightened my grip around my tummy as I ran, instinctively shielding it, as though my hands alone could protect what mattered most. "I will protect you, my pup," I whispered through ragged breaths, my voice trembling but resolute. "Even if your father doesn’t want to."

The promise settled deep in my heart, solid and unbreakable. I clung to it as I kept running, refusing to look back no matter how loud the footsteps and shouts grew behind .

Why, Alex? The question tore through my chest, bringing fresh tears to my eyes. Could you just let

live? You already chose her, why hunt ?

Tears stread freely now, blurring my vision and making the path ahead swim. I blinked hard, but the mories forced their way in anyway, how close we had once been, how safe I had felt in his arms, how certain I had been of us.

What exactly went wrong?

***

"Ella, sweetheart, are you feeling okay?" Alex’s voice was gentle, threaded with worry, as I shifted again on the sofa.

My body refused to settle, every movent uncomfortable, restless in a way I couldn’t explain.

I pressed a hand to my stomach and exhaled slowly. "Honey... I really don’t know what’s wrong with ." I tried to find a better position, drawing my legs up, then stretching them out again. Nothing helped. "I think I ate sothing bad."

Alex imdiately leaned closer, his sharp Alpha eyes scanning my face as if the answer might be written there.

"Huh?" His brows drew together. "Have you taken any ds?" The concern flashing across his eyes was instant and unguarded, the kind he never bothered to hide from .

Seeing that look made sothing warm and tender bloom in my chest. I really loved my husband, my Alpha, my mate. Loving him had never been hard. It was as natural as breathing. He had always been this way with , protective, attentive, steady. He had kept the promise he made to

six years ago, back when everything felt simpler and the world hadn’t yet taught us how cruel it could be—because I suddenly woke up with no mory of who I was.

I promise, I will marry and care for only you in this life.

The mory surfaced so clearly that I couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped past my lips. I looked up at him, amused despite the discomfort twisting inside .

"Co on, Alex," I said softly, reaching for his hand. "There is no need to be this worried."

But he didn’t relax. If anything, his grip tightened, warm and reassuring, anchoring

to him.

"Of course I have to be," he replied firmly.

His tone left no room for argunt, only certainty. His gaze dropped briefly to my stomach before lifting back to my face, reverent and serious all at once.

"That is exactly where my pups would stay to grow."

My breath caught at the way he said it, my pups. Our pups. The words weren’t dramatic or loud, but they carried weight, thick with devotion and instinct. His thumb brushed slow, comforting circles over my knuckles, as if grounding both of us.

I shook my head lightly, trying to laugh it off, but my heart was racing now, thudding hard against my ribs. "You’re overthinking," I murmured, though my voice wasn’t as steady as I wanted it to be.

"Maybe," he said, not looking convinced in the slightest. "But until I’m sure you’re fine, I won’t stop worrying."

That was Alex, unyielding when it ca to . Alpha of the pack, feared and respected by many, yet here he was, sitting at my feet, watching my every breath like it mattered more than the entire world.

And maybe, to him, it did.

But then again... pups.

The word echoed softly in my mind, heavy and fragile at the sa ti. I wondered, not for the first ti, if I could actually give him that.

Five years. Five whole years since we got married, and yet nothing. No conception. No miscarriage. Not even a faint scare that could give

hope, however cruel. Just silence, month after month mocking my patience, testing my faith.

I exhaled deeply, my chest tightening as the familiar ache crept in. But then a thought slipped in, unexpected and sharp enough to make

freeze.

My periods.

I frowned slightly. Co to think of it...I hadn’t seen them. Not this month. Not even the faint warning signs my body usually gave . My heartbeat quickened, thudding loudly in my ears. Could I be... pregnant?

The possibility blood suddenly, reckless and bright, pushing aside all logic and fear. Before I could stop myself, a smile stretched across my face, trembling but hopeful. I looked at Alex, my hands instinctively curling into the fabric of my dress.

"Alex..." I began, my voice faltering as emotion clogged my throat. "I think... I... mi...might... be pregnant." The words cracked as they left my lips, fragile and raw, like glass on the verge of shattering.

He laughed lightly, shaking his head. "Co on, baby, it’s too early for pranks."

The dismissal stung. I scoffed, forcing firmness into my tone even as my heart raced. "I am not joking," I insisted. "I haven’t seen my period."

That was all it took.

His eyes widened, and in the next second, he was on his feet, excitent radiating off him in waves. He grabbed my hands, squeezing them tightly as if afraid the thought might disappear if he let go. "Let’s get to the hospital, baby," he muttered, already pulling

along.

At the hospital, the familiar scent of antiseptics flooded my nostrils the mont we stepped in. It was overwhelming, sharp, clean, and suffocating. My stomach churned violently, and nausea rose without warning. I pressed a hand to my mouth, swallowing hard.

The nurses attended to

quickly. Tests were done. Ti dragged. Hope sat in my chest, fragile and dangerous.

Then the results ca.

"It’s negative," the nurse muttered casually.

Just like that, my hopes crashed, shattering painfully as they hit the ground. I turned slowly to Alex. The disappointnt on his face was unmistakable, raw, unhidden, cutting deeper than words ever could.

I felt stupid. Foolish. I shouldn’t have raised his hopes again.

Without a word, Alex stood up and stord out of the nurse’s office.

And I had no choice but to follow behind him.