The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 11: Who You Belong To

​Leo’s POV

​I walked over to Liam, my wolf howling in rage. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to tear his throat out, but I held myself back. I knew something had happened by the way she had bolted away, looking like her world had just ended.

​"Liam," I growled, the sound vibrating deep in my chest. "What the hell were you doing with her? Why did she run like that?"

​Liam wiped a smear of blood from his lip, his eyes flashing with a challenge. "None of your business, Leo. Since when do you care about Scarlett?"

​I felt my claws itching to break through my skin. I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t tell anyone.

​Scarlett was my mate. ​I had known it since she turned eighteen, just hours after the hanging of her parents. The scent had hit me like a physical blow—sweet peaches and rain. But I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t let anyone know I was mated to a traitor’s daughter. It would be a disgrace to the Alpha line. Her parents had a hand in the death of our mother; being with her was a betrayal of our blood.

​So, I kept it hidden. I had spent years treating her like dirt, waiting for her to get her wolf so I could officially reject her and be free of the pull. But seeing Liam near her? It made my blood boil with a possessiveness I couldn’t control.

​"Nothing happened," Liam said, narrowing his eyes at me. "Why are you looking so pissed? It’s just Scarlett."

​I wanted to roar at him. I wanted to scream that she wasn’t just anyone—that she was mine. My mate. But I knew better. He would laugh at me. He would mock me for being tied to a girl whose parents were murderers.

stay away from her," I

in my ears. I jumped on my bike and kicked it into gear, tearing down the dirt roads at a high speed, hoping the wind would calm my nerves; but it didn’t cool my rage—it

in record time. But instead of going to my own room to cool off, my feet moved on their own. I went straight to the servants’

waiting. When she finally pushed the door open, looking wet and trembling in that blue dress, I felt a

​"You’re late," I rumbled.

gasped and fumbled for the light. When the bulb flickered on,

​"Leo..." she whispered.

chair in a second, moving with the speed of the predator I was. I

hadn’t completely washed away Liam’s scent. "You smell like my brother’s mouth was all over you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice,

at the surface, ready to kill for the insult of another

from the cold, but from pressure. My heart hammered against my ribs like a

I asked, my voice dropping to an

those blue depths before she shook her head frantically. But I didn’t need words. I could smell the change in her pheromones; I could see the way her pulse jumped in her

​"He fucking kissed you?"

hot and blinding, surged through me. My mate. My woman. My brother had put his mouth on what belonged to me. The fact that I had spent years pretending I