All Chapters of THE OMEGA'S RETURN: Her Second Life Under The Moonlight.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

Erica’s POV.I brushed Mother aside and walked toward him. He was smiling ear to ear, and even though I wanted to believe he didn’t hear anything, my hands trembled. My knees felt weak all of a sudden.“What… what are you doing here?” I stuttered, forcing a smile that barely fit.“I wanted to surprise you,” he chuckled, spreading his arms like the whole moment was his surprise. “Well, aren’t you going to give me a hug?”“Oh—yes!” I laughed, the sound of my voice was shaky, as I threw my arms around him. I rubbed his back like he was the only thing steady in the right there.He let out a deep breath. “It’s so good to see you.”“Yeah… it’s so good to see you too,” I said, my voice small. He pulled back, cupping my face and staring into my eyes, like he was looking for something hiding there.“Are you okay? You don’t look happy to see me,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets.I scoffed, feigning a smile I feared was obviously fake. “What are you talking about? I’m happy you’re

The Alpha Triplets (Robert’s POV)“F—”He wasn’t there.Just Natasha, standing in front of me in that silk night dress that somehow managed to cling to her body even though it was supposed to hang loose.It was quiet ,the kind of quiet that makes the air feel thick. I could still feel my pulse from the run here, heavy in my chest, but she just stood there, staring, not even blinking.She looked like she’d been waiting for someone, though definitely not me. Or maybe she wasn’t waiting for anyone — just awake, lost in her own thoughts before I barged in.She wanted to talk at first, I could see that. Her lips parted a little, like she was about to say something, maybe ask what I was doing here. But then she pressed them shut. No words, no questions, no small talk , just that steady gaze that could make a lying five-year-old pee on himself at the spot.Good thing I wasn’t five.I shifted awkwardly in the doorway, my hand still on the handle like I wasn’t sure if I should’ve opened it in

Erica’s POV.“Don’t think I helped you. You can come out of my closet.” I said, just after locking my door shut.The lock clicked with a sound louder than it should’ve been, echoing through the silence. My room wasn’t big, but in that moment it felt like the walls had moved closer. The air felt different too ….. tight, heavy, waiting.He stepped out slowly, his movements careful but not hesitant. His bare feet touched the floor, leaving faint, dusty marks I knew I’d wipe off later. I kept my arms folded as I watched him straighten up, his shoulders rolling back like he was shaking off some invisible weight.He looked around my room like it was the strangest place in the world — like he couldn’t believe he was actually standing there. His gaze drifted over my bed, my desk, the half-open window that let in the weak afternoon light. Then finally, it stopped on me.“You wouldn’t accept a thank you—”“I don’t need it.” I cut him off. My voice was even, maybe too calm.He stopped mid-senten