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."

older. She had been my closest friend once, though I

answer," she said, heading for the door. "I’m going to

blue dress. She did my hair in a way that hid the

human form. Everyone was drinking, celebrating the kill. I felt like an alien in a silk skin. The air in the main tent

at me with disgust. Others looked at me like I didn’t belong there. I was an outsider to them—once a rogue, always

need some air, Lana," I whispered, feeling

she cautioned, distracted by a warrior asking her to

slipped out of the party and into the shadows of the trees near the lake. The cool night air felt like

the silence was broken by a low,

yards away, hidden by the thick trunk of an ancient oak, was Leon. I knew it was him through the tattoo on his

was sharp in the quiet night air. The girl was moaning, her head thrown back, her fingers digging deep into

the party. But

head snapped to the side. He didn’t look surprised. His dark eyes locked

harder, more shallow, and aggressive. He let out

paralyzed, as Leon didn’t just continue; he decided to put on a display. With a brutal tug on the girl’s hair, he forced her to turn around, leaning her forward against the rough bark of the oak. He didn’t even glance at her as he guided himself back inside her

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