Mated to the Triplet Alphas-Chapter 47: Supervision

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Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Supervision

I jumped out of bed, the events of last night momentarily forgotten as panic set in.

"I can’t be late again. Greta will kill me!"

Levi sat back, watching me with an amused expression as I frantically rummaged through the dresser for clean clothes.

"You’re not seriously thinking of going to work today, are you?"

I paused, one sock in hand. "Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?"

"Oh, I don’t know," he drawled, "maybe because someone tried to kidnap you last night?"

I resumed getting dressed, pulling a simple t-shirt over my head. "I can’t just stop living my life, Levi."

He stood up, suddenly serious. "This isn’t about living your life, Hazel. It’s about keeping you safe." His hands gently gripped my shoulders. "Quit the diner. You don’t need to work anymore anyway."

"That’s not fair to Greta," I argued, pulling away to brush my hair. "She’s already short-staffed, and the dinner rush gets crazy. Plus, I actually like my job."

"Screw fair," Levi said, following me into the bathroom as I brushed my teeth. "What’s fair about someone trying to chloroform you and drag you into the woods?"

I spat into the sink, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Greta’s a former warrior, you know. She was one of the best in her day."

"Former. As in retired. As in probably hasn’t taken down an attacker in decades."

"Better than nothing," I countered, slipping past him back into the bedroom to put on shoes.

Levi ran a hand through his still-damp hair, frustration evident on his face. "We could assign a warrior to guard you there. Or hire security."

"And scare away all the customers? Great business strategy." I softened my tone, seeing genuine worry in his eyes. "Look, I’ll be careful. I’ll stay inside, I’ll be alert, and the diner is public enough that no one would try anything."

He studied me for a long moment, then sighed dramatically. "You’re the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met."

"One of the many things you love about me," I replied with a cheeky smile.

His expression softened into a reluctant grin. "Fine. But I’m driving you there."

"Deal," I said, grabbing my bag. The last thing I wanted was to walk alone through the woods, even in daylight.

On the drive to town, I couldn’t help noticing how Levi constantly checked the mirrors, his eyes scanning every car that passed us. When we pulled up behind the diner, he insisted on walking me inside and checking every corner of the building before letting me start my shift.

"Text me if anything seems off," he instructed, walking backward toward the door. "Anything at all."

"Yes, sir," I said with a mock salute.

Greta emerged from the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at Levi’s protective stance. "She’ll be fine, Romeo. I’ve got my shotgun under the counter."

Levi looked momentarily reassured. "I’ll be back soon," he promised, finally leaving.

The morning rush kept me busy, and for a while, I was able to forget about masked attackers and mysterious organizations. I fell into the familiar rhythm of taking orders, delivering food, and refilling coffee cups.

Just before noon, the bell above the door jingled. I turned with my standard greeting on my lips, only to stop short when I saw Levi strolling in with a casual grin, as if he hadn’t just left a few hours ago.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as he claimed a booth in my section.

"Having lunch," he replied innocently, but his eyes scanned the diner, taking in every customer and exit.

"Levi," I sighed, "you can’t babysit me all day."

"Watch me," he said, then stood up abruptly. "Actually, can I have everyone’s attention please?"

The diner fell quiet as heads turned toward him. I felt my face heat up. "What are you doing?" I hissed.

Levi ignored me, addressing the room. "Some of you might have heard about the security increase around pack lands. There was an incident last night—an attempted kidnapping." He placed a protective hand on my shoulder. "Hazel was targeted."

Murmurs swept through the diner. I noticed several people nodding; the news had clearly already spread.

"I’m asking everyone to keep an eye out for suspicious behavior or unfamiliar faces," Levi continued. "If you see anything concerning, report it to a pack warrior immediately."

Greta stepped forward, her expression fierce. "Anyone who tries anything in my diner will answer to me first," she declared, patting the pocket where I knew she kept a small knife.

There were nods of agreement from the regular customers. The atmosphere shifted from shocked to protective, and I felt a surge of warmth.

"Thank you," Levi said, finally sitting back down.

I leaned over his table, keeping my voice low. "Was that really necessary?"

"Absolutely," he replied, unrepentant. "More eyes watching means more safety for you."

I straightened up, trying to look stern but failing. "Just don’t cause trouble while you’re here. And don’t distract me."

He placed a hand over his heart. "I would never."

His innocent expression was so over-the-top that I couldn’t help laughing. "Sure you wouldn’t."

Surprisingly, Levi kept his promise for the most part. He stayed in his booth, alternating between working on his laptop and watching me serve customers. Occasionally, I’d catch him studying someone who walked in with too much intensity, but overall, his presence was more comforting than disruptive.

When my break finally came around mid-afternoon, I headed to the small back room where employees could rest. I’d barely sat down when the door opened and Levi slipped inside, turning the lock behind him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Making sure you’re working hard, of course," he replied, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

I laughed, relaxing back into the worn couch. "Are you now, Mr. Supervisor?"

"Of course." He prowled closer, his movements suddenly predatory. "But it seems like you’re slacking off."

My breath caught as he leaned down, placing his hands on either side of me. His fingers traced down my waist, sending shivers across my skin.

"I’m afraid," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, "there might be a need to punish you.”