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 smooth my hair and look presentable. But as I stepped into the light, I froze. Standing by the drinks table, looking directly at me with a

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

I felt completely exposed. He started walking toward

in front of the pack. So, without thinking, I turned and bolted, weaving through the crowds

he roared, but I didn’t

Suddenly, a group of drunken young warriors blocked my path. They were laughing, their faces flushed with ale. Before I could dart around them, one of them reached out and grabbed

are you going in such a hurry, little

go!" I thrashed, my palms slick with sweat as I pushed against his chest. I looked

looks like she needs to cool off!" Another smirk, his fingers digging into

​"No! Please—"

I hit the cold lake water with a violent splash. The expensive blue dress immediately became a heavy weight, dragging me down as the icy water

my face and the dress clinging to every curve of my body like a second skin. I looked up, shivering, to see the entire party

the water’s edge. His face was a mask of pure rage. He didn’t wait for me to

the 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 the way Liam was

me behind the cover of the back tent, where the music was muffled and no one was in sight. He didn’t speak. He

squeezed my eyes shut,

the physical slickness and the pungent musk of Leon’s arousal, leaving only the cold smell

you smell of my brother

face to go blank, even though