The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

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.

toward the kitchens, my head down, trying to disappear into the very

​"Scarlett!"

to see Jameson jogging toward me. He

full of the

beside me. "You’ll finally

small, tight smile.

be! You’re going to have a beautiful

their mother was dead, the twins never treated me

the triplets... they were different. After the execution, they had slammed a door shut on our friendship and locked it. They didn’t just want me to be

leaning in

us. It was one of the triplets—likely Liam—staring down with a gaze so heavy I could feel it on

Jameson," I whispered, hurrying

edge of the table. Twenty. Tomorrow, my scent would change. Tomorrow, the

night, I was terrified that my soul was already tied to one of the men who wanted to

stood at the kitchen table, my hands still trembling, when the head of staff approached me

she said, her voice dropping to a low, uneasy tone. "The Alpha Kings want to see you. Now.

Kings. The three fathers of the triplets: Alpha Lennox, Alpha

walking toward the