Mated to the Triplet Alphas-Chapter 91: Six Hundred Feet Under

Third POV

Ruby laughed, the sound surprisingly melodic in the pounding bass of the nightclub. She tossed her neon pink hair over her shoulder and leaned closer to Lucas, completely unfazed by his cold demeanor.

“No can do, handsome,” she said, wiping down the bar with a cloth. “Not anyone can just stroll in and demand to see the boss.” She smirked. “Even for the famed triplet Alphas.”

Lucas’s jaw tightened. He’d expected resistance, but time was running short. Every minute wasted here was another minute Hazel remained missing. They needed to know if The Dark Hour knew anything about Hazel’s disappearance.

Liam stepped forward, his normally friendly face hardened with determination. “What needs to be done to see him?”

Ruby’s eyes lit up at the challenge. She licked her lips slowly and deliberately, her gaze traveling from Liam’s face down to his chest.

“Well, if you entertain me and give me a fun time...” she purred, running a finger along Liam’s arm, “maybe I can consider putting in a good word.”

Liam caught her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. He smiled—a dangerous smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Let me make this clear,” he said, voice low enough that only Ruby and Lucas could hear. “Our mate is missing, and we have reason to believe your boss might have information we need. So either you help us, or—”

“Or what?” Ruby challenged, not pulling away. “You’ll mess with me? Trust me, wolf boy, you mess with me, you mess with everyone in this club.”

As if on cue, Lucas noticed several sets of eyes turning in their direction—vampires at the end of the bar, a group of werewolves by the stairs, and what appeared to be a witch watching them from near the DJ booth. The air in the club suddenly felt charged with tension.

“We’re not looking for trouble,” Lucas said evenly, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “But this is urgent. What else can be done to gain an audience?”

Ruby opened her mouth to retort when a tall man in black clothing approached and whispered something in her ear. His eyes never left Lucas and Liam as he spoke.

After the man retreated into the shadows, Ruby rolled her eyes dramatically and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Well, well. Looks like it’s your lucky day, boys,” she said, reaching under the bar. “The boss asked for you specifically.”

Lucas and Liam exchanged wary glances.

“Follow me,” Ruby said, lifting a section of the bar to step out. “And try to keep up.”

She led them past the dance floor toward a door marked ‘Staff Only’ at the back of the club. The hallway beyond was dimly lit and lined with doors. They were probably the private rooms Ruby mentioned, Lucas assumed, for transactions he’d rather not think about.

At the end of the hall, Ruby pushed open a final door that opened into what appeared to be a standard staff break room. A beaten couch sat against one wall, and a small table with folding chairs occupied the center of the room. freёnovelkiss.com

“Is this some kind of joke?” Liam asked, impatience edging into his voice.

Ruby ignored him, walking to the corner of the room. With a swift movement, she pulled aside a worn area rug to reveal a metal trapdoor set into the concrete floor.

“Down there,” she said, pulling on the heavy ring handle to lift the door. “The boss is waiting.”

Lucas peered down into darkness. A set of metal stairs descended into what seemed like an endless black void.

Liam crossed his arms. “How do we know this isn’t a trap?”

Ruby laughed again, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls. “I’m sure big, strong Alphas such as yourselves wouldn’t be too troubled by a little rock on the road.”

“We’ll take our chances,” Lucas said, moving to the stairs.

“Have fun,” Ruby called after them as they began their descent.

The trapdoor closed above them with a heavy thud, plunging them into darkness broken only by dim emergency lights along the wall. The staircase seemed to go on forever, spiraling down into the earth.

“I don’t like this,” Liam muttered, his voice echoing slightly. “We’re too vulnerable here.”

Lucas nodded grimly. “But if there’s even a chance this guy knows where Hazel is...”

“I know,” Liam said. “I’d walk through hellfire to find her.”

As they continued downward, a distant sound began to reach their ears. It sounded like cheering, shouting, and the unmistakable rhythm of fight music. The further they descended, the louder it grew.

Finally, the stairs ended at a long, dark tunnel. The brothers walked side by side, following the sounds growing ever louder. At the far end, they could see a bright light.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” boomed a voice from beyond the light. “Place your final bets! The match begins in five minutes!”

The crowd roared in response, the sound reverberating through the tunnel.

Lucas and Liam emerged from the tunnel and stopped dead in their tracks.

Before them stretched an enormous underground stadium. A fighting pit sunk into the center of the floor, surrounded by tiered seating that rose up on all sides. Hundreds of spectators—werewolves, vampires, witches, and even humans—filled the seats, their excited voices deafening.

“This is impossible,” Liam breathed, looking up at the cavernous ceiling. “We must be hundreds of feet underground. No wonder the noise doesn’t reach the surface.”

Lucas wasn’t listening. His attention had been caught by a luxury box overlooking the arena. Behind the glass, an older man in an expensive suit stood watching the crowd, a drink in his hand. As if sensing their gaze, the man turned and looked directly at them, raising his glass in a mocking toast.

“That’s him,” Lucas said. “That’s got to be the owner.”

Liam nodded. “Let’s find a way up there.”

They began moving along the perimeter of the arena, searching for stairs or an elevator that might lead to the box. But at each access point, they found burly guards blocking their way.

“No entry without clearance,” one grunted when Lucas attempted to pass.

After their third rejection, a thin man with slicked-back hair approached them. “You boys looking to meet the big man?” he asked, voice oily with false friendship.

“What’s it to you?” Liam asked.

The man grinned, revealing gold-capped teeth. “I couldn’t help but overhear. There’s only one way to get face time with the boss—you gotta fight.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes. “Fight?”

“In the pit,” the man clarified, gesturing toward the center arena where two werewolves were currently circling each other. “Winner gets to dine with the boss in his private box. That’s your only shot at seeing him tonight.”

Lucas and Liam exchanged a long look before Liam turned back to face the man.

“So,” he said, “where do we sign up?”