The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 9: His Smell On Me

Scarlett’s POV

​"What do I want?" he repeated, his voice dropping into a rough whisper.

"I want you in my room... every night. Once you finish your duties for the day, you come straight to me."

​I shook my head, my eyes blurring with tears. "Please, Leon... let me go."

​"Not yet," he growled.

​He suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving behind an empty, aching sensation that made my stomach twist. Before I could even draw a breath of relief, he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His brown eyes were no longer calculating; they were dark with a raw, animalistic hunger.

​"Don’t test my patience, Scarlett," he murmured. "My room. Every. Night."

​He stepped back, finally giving me space. The sudden lack of his heat made me shiver. He casually began to dress, not at all bothered by his nakedness, while I stood there trembling, my silk dress stained and my underwear ruined.

​"Now run back to Lana," he said flatly, glancing toward the forest. "Before someone notices you’re missing."

​I didn’t wait. I hiked up my dress and bolted, my legs feeling heavy. I could still feel the slickness between my thighs, the phantom sensation of his finger, and the stinging heat on my body.

to the edge of the party, gasping for air, trying to smooth my hair and look presentable. But as I stepped into the light, I

everything. He was an Alpha heir. He could smell the woods, the sweat, and—most importantly—the scent of

shot through me like ice water. Liam’s gaze became piercing, stripping away my layers until I felt completely exposed. He started walking toward me, his steps long and angry. I knew that look—it was the look of a predator who had found a scent he

Leon on me, he would kill me, or worse, disgrace me in front of the pack. So, without thinking, I turned

Stop!" he roared, but I didn’t

of drunken young warriors blocked my path. They were laughing, their faces flushed with ale. Before I

such a

his chest. I looked back over my shoulder and

Another smirk,

​"No! Please—"

was cut short as they swung me back and then threw me away. I hit the cold lake water with a violent splash. The expensive blue dress immediately became a heavy weight, dragging me down as

my face and the dress clinging to every curve of my body like a

He didn’t wait for me to recover; he reached down, fisted his hand in the fabric of my

Instead, I saw Leon standing near the oak trees. He looked furious—not at the boys who threw me in, but at the way

one was in sight. He didn’t speak. He stepped into my space, his chest heaving, and leaned down. He buried his face in the crook

eyes

a blessing. It had washed away the physical slickness and the pungent musk of Leon’s arousal, leaving only the cold smell of water.

trembling with a restrained growl, "did you smell of my brother and sex before you hit that

my face to