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.

away from

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

in record time. But instead of going to my own room to cool off,

the shadows of her tiny, pathetic room, waiting. When she finally pushed the door open, looking wet and trembling in that blue

​"You’re late," I rumbled.

light. When the bulb flickered on, her

​"Leo..." she whispered.

the predator I was. I slammed her against the door, my body

against her neck, right where the lake water hadn’t completely washed away Liam’s scent. "You smell like my brother’s mouth was all over you. Did

but my wolf knew better. He was scratching at the

gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her lips were slightly swollen—not from the cold, but from pressure. My

asked, my voice dropping to an angry,

flash of guilt crossing those blue depths before she shook her head frantically. But I didn’t need words. I could

​"He fucking kissed you?"

My woman. My brother had put his mouth on what belonged to me. The fact that I had spent years