The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 17: Followed Me

​Scarlett’s POV

​I slipped out of the back servants’ entrance, moving like a ghost through the long shadows of the late afternoon. The packhouse was buzzing with preparations for tomorrow’s festivities; tomorrow, being my birthday, is also the memorial day for Luna Olivia.

​I walked until my lungs burned, pushing through thorns and thick brush until I reached the ruins. This was where we had lived before the world broke. Our small cottage was mostly reclaimed by the earth now, the roof caved in and covered in moss.

​Behind the skeleton of the house, I sank to my knees before two small mounds of earth.

​When they executed my parents, they didn’t give them a proper burial. They threw their bodies into the deep ravine at the edge of the territory, letting the scavengers have what was left. They said traitors didn’t deserve a place in the pack’s hallowed ground.

​So, I had come here. I had buried my mother’s favorite silk scarf and my father’s old carving knife. I had built them a home in the soil because I had nowhere else to visit them.

​"I’m leaving," I whispered, the words catching in my throat as I touched the cold, damp earth of my mother’s "grave."

​A single tear fell, disappearing into the dirt. "The Alphas are sending me away tomorrow night. I won’t be here to clear the weeds anymore. I won’t be here to tell you about my week."

utterly alone. For two years, this spot had been my only comfort, the only place where I wasn’t the

until my forehead touched the ground between the two graves. "I don’t know who I am without this pack,

streaks of bruised purple and orange. The

needed to get back. If I was late for the evening meal, Liam or Leon would come looking for me, and I couldn’t risk them seeing this place. I stood up, brushing the dirt from my knees, and leaned down

​"Goodbye," I whispered.

my old home, the hair

Then, a scent hit me—heavy, dark, and smelling of

​Leon.

He didn’t look angry; he looked hollow. His eyes stayed fixed on the two graves behind me, then slowly moved to

said, his voice strangely quiet. "I’ve been following your scent for miles, Scarlett.

would I run to?" I lied, the words trembling as they left my lips. I tried to walk past him, my heart hammering against my

immediately. He didn’t move from the tree, but his gaze was heavy, tracking every micro-movement of my face. The silence of the forest seemed to amplify the sound of my ragged breathing. I tried to step around him, heading for

Instead, he boxed me in, his large hands flat against the gnarled bark of the tree behind me, pinning me

his nose brushing against my temple as he inhaled deeply, scenting the salt of my tears and

my eyes to meet his.