The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: After Party

Scarlett’s POV

​When I finally opened my eyes, the harsh sunlight of the yard was gone, replaced by the soft glow of a lamp. I wasn’t on the gravel anymore. I was in my small room, and someone was dabbing a cool cloth against my forehead.

​"Slowly, Scarlett. Don’t sit up too fast."

​I blinked, my vision clearing to reveal Lana. She looked at me with a mixture of pity and anger—anger directed at her brothers, not me.

​"Lana?" My voice came out as a broken whisper. "What happened?"

​"You fainted," she said softly, setting the cloth aside. "Liam brought you inside, though he’d never admit it was out of anything but spite. I’m so sorry, Scarlett. I’m sorry you’re going through this."

​I looked away, the sting of the lashes on my back punctuated by the sting of her kindness. "It’s okay. I’m used to it."

​"It’s not okay," she snapped, her frown deepening. She stood up and paced the small room. "Listen, tonight is the Great Hunt. There’s an after-party in the clearing by the lake once the wolves shift back. I want you to come with me."

​I shook my head immediately, wincing as the movement pulled at my wounds. "No. Lana, I can’t. I’m a servant. I’m a ’thief,’ remember? I don’t belong at a pack celebration."

she had a regal authority that made her seem years older. She had been my closest friend once, though I remembered the early days when she had hated me—mostly because her

answer," she said, heading for the door. "I’m going to go get you a dress. "We’ll remind them

to her word, she returned an hour later with an expensive blue dress. She did my hair in a way that hid the exhaustion

we arrived, the party was loud with music, the smell of roasted meat, and the heavy, earthy scent of shifted wolves returning to human form. Everyone was drinking, celebrating the kill. I felt like an alien in a silk

at me like I didn’t belong there. I was an outsider to them—once a rogue, always a rogue—but they couldn’t send me

need some air, Lana," I whispered,

far," she cautioned, distracted by a warrior asking

lake. The cool night air felt like a balm on my skin. I walked toward

was broken by a

was him through the tattoo on his back. The

pinned against the tree, her legs wrapped around his waist. The sound of skin hitting skin was sharp in the quiet night air. The girl

party. But I was frozen, trapped by the raw, animalistic

didn’t look surprised.

thrusts becoming harder, more shallow, and aggressive. He let out a low, dark chuckle meant only

he forced her to turn around, leaning her forward against the rough bark of the oak. He didn’t even glance at her as

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