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.

the kitchens, my head down, trying

​"Scarlett!"

my dark thoughts. I looked up to see Jameson jogging toward me. He was only fourteen, the youngest brother of

of the innocence the older brothers had

me. "You’ll finally

a small, tight smile. "I’m... I’m

You’re going to have a beautiful wolf,"

a strange thing. The younger children—Jameson and Jane—were always so kind to me. Despite the fact that the entire pack believed 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 play tag with them in the

a door shut on our friendship and locked it. They didn’t

tomorrow," Jameson whispered, leaning

could see a silhouette watching us. It was one of the triplets—likely Liam—staring down with a gaze

I whispered,

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

I was terrified that my soul was already tied to one of the men

when the head of staff approached me

uneasy tone. "The Alpha Kings want

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

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

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