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.

But as I stepped into the light, I froze. Standing by the

a word, but the way his jaw tightened told me everything. He was an Alpha heir. He could smell the woods, the sweat, and—most importantly—the scent of his brother all over

away my layers until I felt completely exposed. He started walking toward me,

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

he roared, but I didn’t

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

such

my palms slick with sweat as I pushed against his chest. I looked back over my shoulder and realized Liam

cool off!" Another smirk, his fingers digging into my hips with

​"No! Please—"

then threw me away. I hit the cold lake water with a violent splash. The expensive blue dress immediately became a

my hair plastered to my face and the dress clinging to every curve of my body like a second skin. I

face was a mask of pure rage. He didn’t wait for me to recover;

crowd, his grip bruising my arm. I looked back, desperate to find Lana, but she was nowhere in sight. Instead, I saw Leon standing near the oak trees. He looked furious—not at the boys who threw me in, but at

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

eyes shut, my

had been a blessing. It had washed away the physical slickness and the pungent musk of Leon’s arousal,

"did you smell of my brother and

I forced my face to go blank, even though my insides