The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 8: In The Woods

​Scarlett’s POV

​The air between us was electric, thick with the smell of the forest and the musk of what he had just done. My heart hammered against my ribs—not just from fear, but from the way my body was screaming at his presence.

​"Running away, Scarlett?" he whispered, his voice a low growl. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. "I smelled you back there. You were watching my cock slide into her and you were dripping for it. Wishing it was you against that oak, weren’t you?"

​"No," I gasped, though my voice was a betraying whimper. I tried to shove his chest, but he was like a wall of solid granite. "I hate you, Leon. You’re a monster."

​"You hate me?" He let out a dark, mocking chuckle, his hand sliding down my waist to bunch up the expensive blue silk Lana had put me in. "Then why is your heart racing? Why are you trembling?"

​He didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed my hand and shoved it downward, forcing me to feel the hard, thick length of his cock pressing against my stomach. I let out a choked sob. He was so big, so hot, and the friction against the silk of my dress sent a jolt of pure fire straight to my core.

​I noticed he inhaled deeply before looking straight into my eyes. "You’re wet," he growled, his voice vibrating against my skin.

pull my hand away, but his grip was iron. He was so much stronger than me, his muscles bulging as he held me

dare let go," he

as my palm glided over the heat of his length. The

are wet, Scarlett," he insisted,

I whispered again, a pathetic attempt

only one way to

I felt the cool night air for

let out a choked gasp, my head hitting the tree bark behind me as a wave of pure, shameful

with a brutal, steady pressure that made my toes curl. "Soaked for the monster. You’re practically begging

to stop, but all that came out was a broken moan. I bit my lip so hard trying to stifle the sounds of my own moan. This was my first time—the very first time a man had ever touched me like this, let alone put a finger inside

the snap of a twig and the sound of drunken laughter echoed through the trees. My heart

If anyone saw me like this—pinned against a trunk, half-naked with a future Alpha—I wouldn’t just be a thief; I’d

slamming his body flush against mine to hide me from view. He pulled my head into the crook of his shoulder, his large hand covering my face and muffling my breath against his hot skin. But he didn’t stop. While he used his body to shield me, his finger stayed buried