The Lustful Game with the Triplet Alphas Chapter 107 Closing In

Jade’s POV

"I miss them,” I said again, louder this ti, as if repeating it would make it less real.

But it didn’t.

It only made it worse.

Because then another truth followed it.

“I still love them.”

The words ca out before I could stop them.

And imdiately, sothing inside broke.

“No,” I said sharply, shaking my head. “No, no, no.”

I stood up abruptly, pacing the small room.

“I don’t love them,” I insisted. “I can’t. I shouldn’t.”

My hands clenched.

“They didn’t believe . They never believed when it mattered.”

My voice rose.

“They chose her.”

The na tasted bitter.

I stopped pacing.

Breathing hard.

My eyes burned.

And then I sank back onto the bed, covering my face with my hands.

“I hate this,” I whispered.

The room did not answer.

A knock ca soti later.

Soft.

Careful.

I tensed imdiately.

“Jade?” Elias’ voice.

I exhaled shakily. “It’s open.”

He stepped in slowly, holding a small cup.

“You didn’t eat,” he said.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’re crying.”

“I’m not.”

He gave a look that said he was not going to argue with that lie.

Then he sat beside , not too close.

Just enough that I knew he was there.

“Bad day?” he asked quietly.

I nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I shook my head.

He didn’t push.

He just stayed.

And that alone made sothing inside loosen.

Minutes passed.

Then I spoke without aning to.

“I miss them.”

Elias didn’t react dramatically.

He just nodded slowly.

“That’s normal,” he said.

“It’s not,” I replied imdiately.

“It is,” he said gently.

I looked at him sharply. “You don’t understand.”

He shrugged. “Maybe not. But I understand missing people who hurt you.”

That made go still.

My hands trembled again.

“I shouldn’t miss them,” I whispered.

“Feelings don’t listen to should,” he said simply.

That made sothing in my throat tighten painfully.

I pressed my palm against my eyes.

“I hate myself for it.”

Elias shook his head. “Don’t.”

But I did.

I really did.

A long silence followed.

Then he said, “You’re carrying a lot more than just grief, aren’t you?”

I froze.

My hand instinctively went to my stomach.

He noticed.

But still did not push.

“I won’t ask,” he said quietly. “Not if you’re not ready.”

That should have made feel safe.

And it did.

But only a little.

Because safety felt like sothing I was no longer allowed to have.

The next morning started like all the others.

Work.

Exhaustion.

The dull rhythm of survival.

But sothing changed around midday.

A woman ca into the shop.

Older.

Polite at first.

Then she stopped suddenly when she saw .

Her eyes narrowed.

Like she was trying to place .

“Excuse ,” she said slowly. “Have we t before?”

“No,” I said quickly, turning away.

But she did not leave.

Instead, she pulled out her phone.

Scrolled.

Then turned it toward .

My stomach dropped instantly.

It was a newspaper article.

Not recent.

But recent enough.

A photo.

Not clear.

But unmistakable enough.

My face.

My na.

The words “missing” and “unconfird disappearance” blurred across the screen.

My breath caught.

The woman’s eyes widened slightly.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

I stepped back imdiately.

“No,” I said quickly. “That’s not .”

But my voice shook.

She looked between and the phone.

Then at again.

And I saw it.

Recognition fully forming now.

“Oh my God,” she repeated again, louder this ti.

My heart slamd in my chest.

Elias appeared from the back room imdiately.

“What’s going on?”

The woman pointed at .

“She’s the girl,” she said. “She’s the one people have been looking for.”

The world tilted.

My fingers went cold.

People are looking for .

That thought did not feel like hope.

It felt like danger.

Because if people were looking...

Then so were they.

Ronan.

Ryder.

Renzo.

And worse...

So was Linda.

My breath ca out uneven.

Elias stepped in front of slightly, protective.

“Leave,” he said calmly to the woman.

But she was already backing away, still staring.

Still confirming.

Still realizing.

When she finally left, silence fell heavy in the shop.

Elias turned to slowly.

“You need to sit down,” he said.

But I was already shaking my head.

“No,” I whispered.

Because suddenly, everything I had been building fell apart inside my mind.

Safety.

Distance.

New life.

It was all fragile.

And now it had been seen.

“I need to go,” I said.

Elias frowned. “Go where?”

I didn’t answer.

Because I did not know anymore.

Only one thing was certain.

I had been found.

Or worse.

I was about to be.