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."

her jaw set. Lana was only eighteen, but she had a regal authority that made her seem years older. She had been my closest friend once, though I remembered

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

word, she returned an hour later with an expensive blue dress. She did my hair in a

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

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

need some air, Lana," I whispered,

by a warrior asking her

shadows of the trees near the lake. The cool night air felt

silence was broken

hitching. Just a few yards away, hidden by the thick trunk of an ancient oak, was Leon. I knew it was him through the tattoo on his back. The triplets looked exactly the same—same height, same body structure, everything. One

his waist. The sound of skin hitting skin was sharp in the

have turned back to the party. But I was frozen, trapped

to the side. He didn’t look surprised. His

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

decided to put on a display. With a brutal tug on the girl’s hair, he forced her to turn around,

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