The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 3: Two Years Later

TWO YEARS LATER

​The sharp ringing of the servant’s bell jolted me awake, snapping me back to reality.

5:00 a.m.

"Shit!" I cursed, leaping out of bed. "Not again!"

​I darted into the bathroom, taking the quickest shower I could manage. The cold water did little to calm my frazzled nerves. I pulled on my gray servant’s uniform, ignoring the mirror entirely. There was no need to check my reflection; the girl who used to smile back at me died two years ago.

​Today wasn’t just any day. Today, the pack house was vibrating with a nervous, electric energy. The triplets—Liam, Leon, and Leo—were returning from the Alpha Academy. They had been gone for a full year, sent away shortly after the death of our Luna. I hadn’t seen them in a year, and I wondered if they still hated me as much as they had before leaving.

​A loud voice echoed down the servants’ hallway. "Everyone outside! Line up!"

​I quickly stepped out of my room and followed the other servants. The entire staff gathered in front of the grand mansion entrance. Maids stood in neat rows, guards lined the driveway, and even the cooks had come out from the kitchen. The air buzzed with excitement and tension.

​"They’ve changed a lot after the Academy," one maid whispered.

"I heard they’re stronger than most Alphas already," another replied.

​I stayed silent. My heart was beating too fast. Soon, the distant sound of engines filled the air. Everyone straightened immediately. A long black car rolled through the massive iron gates and slowly drove up the stone driveway toward the mansion. The vehicle came to a smooth stop in front of the grand stairs.

​For a moment, everything went silent. Then the car doors opened. Three tall figures stepped out.

​The triplets.

​They looked identical at first glance—same tall height, same broad shoulders, and the same dark black hair that brushed their foreheads. But if you looked closely, there were differences. Liam’s eyes were a sharp emerald green. Leo’s were a deep sea blue. And Leon’s were warm brown, darker than the others. Those eyes were the only way to tell them apart.

​They had grown taller, stronger, and more intimidating than the boys I remembered. The Alpha Academy had turned them into powerful warriors. Footsteps approached from the mansion doors: Alpha Lennox, Alpha Levi, and Alpha Louis. Their fathers.

moment, the cold expressions on the triplets’ faces softened. They walked forward and embraced their fathers in

Alpha Lennox said with a proud

home, young Alphas," Nero, the

were staring directly at me. The warmth that used to be in their eyes when we were children was

​Hatred.

myself to stay still. They didn’t say a word. They simply looked away and walked past us, entering the mansion like I didn’t exist. Like I was nothing. Like

silence. "Scarlett!" I turned quickly. "Why are you standing there like a statue?" she snapped. "Go prepare fruit platters for the young Alphas. Each

ma’am," I said

toward the kitchen, my heart still beating unevenly in my chest. Preparing the fruit platters was the task I dreaded most. The triplets—Liam, Leon, and Leo—were notoriously picky. Everything had to be hand-peeled, sliced perfectly, and served chilled. No mistakes were

as I balanced the silver tray. The hallway leading to their wing felt suffocatingly quiet. Two years have passed since that day. Two

it becomes routine. I stopped in front of the massive double doors leading to Liam’s room and

and get the hell in!"

the door open, the tray trembling slightly in my hands. The sight inside turned my stomach. Liam was sprawled across the bed with a blonde girl tangled in his arms, kissing

placed the plate of sliced blood oranges on his desk. But as I turned to leave, his sharp voice stopped me.

My eyes betrayed me, flickering downward for a brief moment before I forced them back to the floor. Liam grabbed a slice of fruit

"You didn’t check the ripeness, did

said quickly. "I’ll bring a different

to

letting the sticky red juice drip down onto my clean uniform. The cold liquid soaked into the fabric, staining it a dark red that looked

​"I—"

"Get out!" he barked.

Leo’s room was next. Unlike his brother, Leo was calmer, but his coldness was a different kind of danger.

said, his sea-blue eyes piercing

apologize, Leo," I murmured, placing the

back, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. His grip wasn’t

Liam had done. "You’re shaking," he observed, his tone softening

swallowed hard. I wasn’t just scared. I hated him. I hated him for what he had ordered

for a moment longer before releasing my

the quietest of the three, but his silence often spoke louder than words. When I entered, he was standing by the