The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 15

Chapter 15: The Offer

Scarlett’s POV

The following morning, the sun felt too bright, its rays stinging my tired eyes as I dressed in my plain servant’s uniform. I moved gingerly, my thighs aching and the sensitive skin of my neck throbbing where Leo had marked me.

I spent ten minutes in front of my cracked mirror, carefully fastening the high collar of my shirt and using my chocolate-brown hair to shroud the blossoming purple bruises.

​My heart hammered against my ribs as I balanced the heavy silver trays. It was time for the morning rounds.

​I walked toward the Alpha wing, my legs shaking so violently I feared the porcelain would shatter. I reached Liam’s door first. I knocked softly, my breath hitching in my chest.

​"Get out!" his voice roared from inside, sounding jagged and raw, as if he hadn’t slept for a single second.

​I flinched, moving quickly toward Leon’s door. My skin crawled at the memory of his fingers inside me in the woods. I knocked, my knuckles barely brushing the wood.

​"Leave the tray and go, Scarlett," he barked, his voice cold and utterly devoid of the heat from the previous night. "I don’t want to see your face."

​Finally, I stood before Leo’s door. I didn’t even get the chance to knock before his low, calm voice drifted through the wood. "Don’t bother. Go away."

​It seemed none of them wanted to look at the mess they had made of me. A wave of relief washed over me, followed quickly by a sharp, stinging pain. They had used me, branded me, and now they were discarding me back into the shadows.

my head down, trying to disappear into the very stone

​"Scarlett!"

cheerful voice broke through my dark thoughts. I looked up to see Jameson jogging toward me. He was only fourteen, the youngest brother of the triplets, His twin sister, Jane, was

eyes full of the innocence the

me. "You’ll finally be twenty. Are you

tight smile. "I’m...

to have a

my parents were the reason their mother was dead, the twins never treated me like a monster. They still saw me as the girl who used to

a door shut on our friendship and locked it. They didn’t just want me to be a servant; they wanted me to

a surprise for you tomorrow," Jameson whispered, leaning

silhouette watching us. It was one

Jameson," I whispered,

the table. Twenty. Tomorrow, my scent would change. Tomorrow, the world would know

After last night, I was terrified that my soul was already tied to one

still trembling, when the head of staff approached me with

"The Alpha Kings

heart didn’t just race; it stopped. The Alpha Kings. The three fathers of the triplets:

my way through the packhouse with my head bowed, feeling like a prisoner walking toward the gallows. I reached the heavy mahogany

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