The Triplet Alphas S Chapter 24: Want More

Chapter 24: Want More.

Leonard.

The way Theresa suddenly acted around ...It didn’t sit right.

There was a softness in her movents now, a hesitation in the way she spoke, the way she looked at , almost shy, almost unsure. It was so different from what I rembered that it left

feeling...uneasy.

Six years ago, she had been nothing like this, she had been bold, fearless in a way that caught

off guard.

I could still rember the mont clearly, how she had stood in front of

and confessed her feelings without flinching, without holding anything back. There had been no doubt in her eyes then, no hesitation, just certainty and yet...I had pushed her away.

Not because I didn’t feel anything.

Not because I didn’t love her.

But because, at the ti, I believed she was a distraction.

A dangerous one.

Back then, I was only an acting Alpha, still trying to prove myself, still carrying the weight of expectations I could not afford to fail.

My father’s words had stayed with , echoing endlessly in my mind like a command I could never escape.

"Leonard, the glory and sha of the Ironclad Pack now lies on the shoulders of you and your brothers. Do not fail ."

I had taken those words to heart.

Every decision I made, every step I took, it all revolved around that responsibility and in my mind...Love had no place in it.

Love was weakness.

A distraction that could cloud judgnt. A weapon that could be used against .

So I chose to suppress it.

To ignore it.

To push her away before she could beco sothing I couldn’t control but then...She disappeared.

And everything I thought I knew, every belief I had built around strength and control...Collapsed.

The absence she left behind was louder than anything she had ever said to . It forced

to confront sothing I had refused to acknowledge.

That ti...Wasn’t endless, that monts...Could be lost.

Forever.

And in losing her, I understood sothing I had been too blind to see before.

That the little monts, the laughter, the closeness, the presence of soone who mattered...Those were the things worth holding onto.

Worth protecting.

If I had another chance...I wouldn’t hold back. I wouldn’t let fear or responsibility take that away again.

And now...She was here, right in front of , alive and exactly within my reach.

And when she chose to stay with

instead of Bella...Sothing shifted inside . A quiet, unexpected joy.

It wasn’t overwhelming, but it was there, steady, undeniable. A feeling I hadn’t allowed myself to experience in a long ti.

Still...I couldn’t let it show too much. I couldn’t completely drop my composure, couldn’t abandon the control I had built over the years. The Alpha in

refused to let go entirely.

But at the sa ti...I didn’t want her to see

as that distant, cold, aloof man anymore.

I won’t allow it, not again, not after everything. Finding her after all these years...It ant sothing, more than I was willing to say out loud.

And deep down, I made a quiet promise to myself.

To protect her.

To keep her safe.

To love her... the way I should have from the beginning.

My gaze shifted briefly, catching Bella’s expression and I noticed it—The jealousy.

It was clear and undeniable, and it took everything in

not to react. As these expressions flickered across her face before she masked it, but it was enough.

Bella and Theresa...They hadn’t always been like this, they had been close and inseparable. Best friends before everything fell apart—before Theresa disappeared.

And a part of

still hoped that things could go back to how they were because the truth was simple.

They were both important to .

The two won...I would do anything for.

So the mont I saw Theresa shifting, ready to leave, sothing inside

snapped slightly.

I couldn’t let her go, not yet.

Not after what she had stirred up within .

My wolf—Le—reacted before I even fully processed it. I felt him lift his head within , restless, pushing forward like he wanted control, like he was ready to take over entirely.

A low warning built in my chest but I had to hold him back.

With effort.

With control.

"Not so fast, Princess," I heard myself say.

The words ca out before I even fully decided on them.

And just like that, I moved.

I closed the distance between us in a few steady steps, refusing to give her space to slip away. My hands found her waist almost instinctively, resting there firmly, grounding her in place.

Her body reacted instantly.

That earlier mont ca rushing back, how she had traced her fingers over my shirt, how a strange surge had shot through

then. It had been small... but enough—enough to linger, enough to make

want more.

Did she even realize what she was doing?

Did she think she could just leave

like this?

Leave

wanting?

"You have to finish what you started," I murmured again, my voice lower now, quieter, but firr.

Because that was the truth.

That was exactly what she had done, whether she knew it or not.

She turned back toward

slowly, my hands still resting on her waist, keeping her close.

"Leonard, actually... I..." she started, her voice breaking slightly as she struggled to find the right words.

She kept stamring, clearly searching for an excuse, sothing to say that would free her from the mont.

But I didn’t wait, I didn’t bother to think nor did I bother to ask.

My control slipped just enough, and I leaned in. My lips t hers again, cutting off whatever she was about to say.

The kiss deepened almost imdiately, instinct taking over where restraint had been monts ago. There was a softness to her that I hadn’t expected, sothing warm, sothing dangerously addictive.

Damn.

She tasted sweet.

Like honey.

And it was far too easy to lose myself in it.

Too easy to forget everything else.

I pushed her back gently but firmly, guiding her until her back t the wall, my body closing the space between us. One of my hands shifted, then the other, pinning both of hers against the surface above her head without force, just control.

Just certainty.

Just need.

"Theresa..." I breathed against her lips between kisses. "You will be the death of ."

The words were half a warning... half a confession.

Her legs weakened slightly beneath her, and I felt it imdiately. Without thinking, I tightened my hold just enough to steady her, making sure she didn’t fall.

"Leonard..." she kept calling softly between breaths, her voice breaking slightly as my kiss deepened and my control slipped further.

The sound of my na on her lips only made sothing in

tighten.

And I won’t lie—I wanted more of it.

I wanted her to keep saying it.

Again and again.

There was a dangerous thought that slipped into my mind without permission... curiosity about what she would sound like when she wasn’t holding back at all. When there was no distance. No hesitation. When she was completely beneath , unguarded, undone.

The thought alone made my grip on restraint weaker. I pulled away suddenly, forcing myself to break the kiss.

My breathing was heavy, ragged, and uneven as I stared at her.

And imdiately, I noticed it.

Theresa’s expression changed.

Her face had gone slightly pale, but not from fear, it was clearly from disappointnt.

She wanted more.

That realization hit

with a strange satisfaction I couldn’t quite explain.

A slow, satisfied smile ford at the corner of my lips as I watched her trying to recover herself.

"You are mine, Theresa," I murmured quietly, almost to myself.

My eyes closed briefly as I let the mont sink in, as though sealing it into mory. My chest rose and fell slowly as I savoured the closeness, the warmth, the way everything felt aligned for just a brief second.

I didn’t want it to end, not now, not like this, not any ti soon or monts from now. I wanted it to last forever.

But then, a sound cut through the silence.

The door to my study pushed open abruptly.

My eyes snapped open instantly.

"Who the hell—?"

I didn’t get to finish.

The mont my gaze landed on who had just walked in, every word died in my throat.

My entire body froze.

For a split second, embarrassnt washed over

so fast it felt almost unreal. My composure cracked instantly, leaving

standing there caught in a mont I clearly wasn’t prepared for.

And then...I turned sharply toward Theresa.

She looked just as stunned.

Quickly, almost awkwardly, she tried to adjust her pyjamas, smoothing them down as if that could sohow erase what had just happened.

The air in the room shifted completely, and for once in my life...I had nothing to say.