Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Alpha's Triplets: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 39

The mansion was hushed when Vikramaditya and Dharna finally returned, their laughter echoing faintly in the grand hall. Hours of running through the forest had left them flushed, exhilarated, and unaware of how late it had become. Midnight pressed against the tall windows, the world outside cloaked in silence.They sank into the living room couches, still catching their breath, words tumbling out in easy rhythm. Dharna glanced at the clock and sighed softly.“I should go now. It’s very late.”Vikramaditya leaned forward, his tone casual but insistent.“Let me drive you home.”She shook her head with a smile. “It’s okay, I can manage. I had a great time tonight. This date was… honestly, it was perfect.”He smirked, eyes gleaming. “Well, I arranged it. You were bound to enjoy it.”“Cocky much?” she teased, standing to leave.They walked together to the door, the night air cool against their skin. Dharna turned, her expression softening.“Bye. See you in the office tomorrow.”Before he c

The next morning, Dharna woke up groggily, her head heavy from the restless night. Sleep had been a stranger, chased away by the endless loop of questions in her mind. How will I talk to him? What if he admits it was just a casual hook-up? What if he defends himself?Her wolf’s voice stirred within her, calm yet firm. “Have you forgotten what Ritika said? Trust yourself. If anything goes wrong, I will be with you.”Dharna closed her eyes, letting the words settle. A deep breath escaped her lips, steadying her nerves. She rose from bed and walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The reflection in the mirror looked tired, but beneath the fatigue was a flicker of resolve.No more running. No more doubts. Today, I face him.After dressing, she stepped out of her house, the morning air crisp against her skin. The city was alive with its usual rhythm—vendors shouting, cars honking, people rushing—but Dharna felt as though fate itself was waiting for her.Her thoughts whisp

Vikramaditya paced the cracked pavement, eyes scanning the desolate stretch where the SUV had last been seen. The silence pressed in, broken only by the faint rustle of wind through dry weeds. Then his gaze caught something unusual — a car covered in a heavy tarp.In a place this abandoned, a covered vehicle was rare. Too rare. His instincts screamed at him. He strode forward, yanked the cover free, and froze.The black SUV. The same number plate. The ghost from the cameras, now sitting in plain sight.Rohan’s breath caught. “It was here all along… right in front of us.”Vikramaditya’s jaw clenched. Anger and guilt twisted inside him. Too blind. Too consumed by worry. I missed the obvious. He pulled open the door. Empty. But the faint trace of Dharna lingered — her fragrance, fragile yet undeniable. Proof she had been inside.He closed his eyes. “Rudra… I need your help.”A low growl stirred

*** Five Years Later***Vikramaditya stood in his mansion, framed by the floor-to-ceiling window. One hand rested in his pocket, the other held a cigarette that never touched his lips. Smoke curled faintly, more from memory than flame. His eyes were fixed on the forest beyond — the same forest where his wolf had once run alongside Dharna’s.The memory was sharp, alive. The sound of paws pounding the earth, the rush of wind, the wild joy of freedom. It had been the happiest moment of his life, and now it was a ghost that haunted him.He was lost in thought when a knock at the door brought him out of his solitude, the sound echoing in the empty room.“Come in,” he said, his voice low, as he crushed the cigarette into the tray.The door opened to reveal Rohan, files clutched in his hand. Time had carved its mark upon him—gone was the boyish face Vikramaditya remembered. In its place stood a man hardened by experience, his eyes carrying the weight of years.“Alpha Boss,” Rohan greeted, hi

Vikramaditya leaned back into the leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that he was already in motion, chasing shadows across continents. Mary’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain—You are a father… of triplets. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, but disbelief clung to him like a second skin. Fatherhood had never been part of his carefully charted destiny, and yet here it was, demanding answers he could not ignore. Dharna held those answers, and finding her was more urgent than the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.The jet sliced through the night sky, its lights blinking against the vast darkness. Vikramaditya’s gaze drifted to the window, where the stars shimmered like silent witnesses. Three children… my children. The thought was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating. He clenched his fists, determination hardening in his chest. Whatever truths Dharna had hidden, he would uncover them.The morning sun spilt gently t