The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 6: Strange

​Liam’s POV

​I placed Scarlett onto my bed, my frown deepening as I stepped back, forcing my hands away from her burning skin. My wolf was restless, pacing in my head and snapping at me for letting this happen. "She’s ours. We should have protected her."

​"Shut up," I snapped at him internally, shoving the bond deep down.

​The door burst open. I expected my brothers, but it was Lana, our younger sister, who hurried in first. Leon and Leo stalked in behind her, their expressions hard and unreadable.

​Lana gasped, rushing to the side of the bed. "What happened to her? Why is she covered in blood and... is that orange juice?" She looked up at us, her eyes wide with shock. "Liam? Leon? Someone answer me!"

​"She was disciplined for theft," Leo said coldly, crossing his arms. "It’s none of your concern, Lana."

​"Disciplined?" Lana’s voice rose in disbelief. "She looks like she’s dying! You three were her best friends. How could you let the guards do this?"

​None of us answered. We couldn’t.

A sudden knock on my door made me turn. "Come in," I called. My brow furrowed when the pack healer stepped inside. I hadn’t called for her. "Who sent for you?" I asked.

​"I did," Leo responded, and I narrowed my eyes at him. I thought he didn’t care, so why did he call the healer so quickly? I wanted to challenge him, but I held back and watched the healer attend to Scarlett. She placed her hands on Scarlett’s forehead, whispering words of healing incantations as she released her energy.

​We all stood there in a heavy, suffocating silence.

I glared at my brothers.. something dosent seem right.. I knew my brothers better than anyone. Something about the way Leo’s fists were still clenched, and the way Leon’s eyes lingered on her with a strange intensity, made my stomach churn. They were angry, but not for the reason they should be. It wasn’t because I had saved her—it was because they hadn’t.

​I swallowed hard, my nails digging into my palms. No. That couldn’t be right. She was my mate. She couldn’t be theirs, too. If she were, one of them would have said something.

Right?

Moments later, the healer stood and stared at us with a blank look. "She will be awake soon, but I advise that she doesn’t go through such strain for now. Remember, she doesn’t have her wolf yet; her vitals are weak, like those of an ordinary human."

you, Healer." She turned to my personal guard

reached for her. For a split second, my vision sparked

out, Lana turned on us, her face pale

her for deeds she didn’t commit. You men are making the

This situation is

even listen to the stories they told us?" Lana challenged, stepping closer to Leo. "Remember how they made life miserable for Mother for years? All because of a ’misunderstanding’

is no misunderstanding, Lana. There are photos. Witnesses. Her parents are responsible for Mother’s death. How do you

looked at me with

mother, and not her father," Lana said quietly. "You men once loved her more than anything. I just hope you don’t live to

didn’t wait for a rebuttal. She turned on her heel and walked out, leaving the

Leon was staring at the spot on the bed where Scarlett had been,

poured a heavy glass. I took a slow sip, my gaze flicking to Leon and Leo, who still

sounded. A guard stepped in. "Sir Liam, Sir Leon,

wasn’t a casual summon. Father never

study to find him relaxing on a single-seater couch with a glass

Father," we

began, gesturing for us to sit. "Next week is your coronation as Alphas. How prepared are you

are prepared for the coronation, Father," I said

was no humor in it. "An Alpha is only prepared when he has removed all vulnerabilities. That brings me to the matter of your mates. You are twenty-two.

Scarlett’s

fated mate, Father. I’ll select a high-ranking female when the

Lennox nodded, a slow, approving smirk spreading across

added, though I noticed his hand was gripping the hilt of his dagger a little too

looked at my brothers. We had spent our childhoods listening to the legends of the mate bond, but now they were tossing it away

asked, his

my brothers," I whispered, the lie tasting like ash. "I will choose my own path. The

makes you weak. If you are

​Distractions?

had been his mate. He had loved her more than life itself. I had seen it in the way he

as if the