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.

trying to disappear into the very stone of

​"Scarlett!"

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

beamed at me, his eyes full of the innocence the older

me. "You’ll

forced a small, tight

to have a beautiful wolf," he

the reason their mother was dead, the

execution, they had slammed a door shut on our friendship and

you tomorrow," Jameson whispered, leaning in with

could see a silhouette watching 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

kitchen, I gripped the edge of the table. Twenty. Tomorrow, my scent would change. Tomorrow, the world would know

that my soul was already tied to one

my hands still trembling, when the head of staff approached me with a

her voice dropping to a low, uneasy tone. "The Alpha

race; it stopped. The Alpha Kings. The three

head bowed, feeling like a prisoner walking toward the gallows. I reached the heavy mahogany doors of the

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