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.

presentable. But as I stepped into the light, I froze. Standing by the drinks table, looking directly at me with

his jaw tightened told me everything. He was an Alpha heir. He could smell the woods, the sweat,

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

the pack. So, without thinking, I

roared, but

blurred by tears of fear. 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

you going in such a

against his chest. I looked

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

​"No! Please—"

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

scrambled out, gasping for air, my hair plastered to my face and the dress clinging to every curve of my

was a mask of pure rage. He didn’t wait for me to recover; he reached down, fisted his hand in the fabric of my sleeve, and hauled me

sight. Instead, I saw Leon standing near the oak trees. He looked furious—not at

stop until he shoved me behind the cover of the back tent, where the music was muffled and no one was in sight. He didn’t speak. He stepped into my space, his chest heaving, and leaned down. He buried his face in

squeezed my eyes shut, my heart

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

a restrained growl, "did you

to go blank, even though