The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 18: In His Room

Scarlett’s POV

​The clock on the wall ticked with a heavy, rhythmic thud that sounded like a countdown. 9:00 PM. In three hours, I would turn twenty. I would either feel the soul-shattering snap of my first shift or remain a wolf-less human, destined to be an even lower target for this pack.

​But I wouldn’t be here to find out. By tomorrow morning, I would be crossing the border.

​I stood before Leon’s door, my hand hovering over the handle. My heart felt like a trapped bird. I didn’t want to be here, but some twisted part of me needed this. I needed one last look at him—not as my tormentor, but as the boy I had once loved. I wanted to use this night as a silent goodbye, a secret funeral for the frienship bond we had broken.

​I knocked.

​"Come in," his voice rasped. It sounded shredded, deeper than usual.

​I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dim, lit only by a few flickering candles that cast long, dancing shadows against the stone walls. The scent of burnt wood and musk was suffocatingly thick, laced with the sharp, acidic tang of expensive bourbon.

​Leon was sitting in a high-backed leather chair, a glass gripped in his hand. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, his bronzed chest scarred and powerful in the low light. But it was his face that stopped me. He looked pale, his brown eyes bloodshot and haunted.

​The memorial. Every year, the weight of their mother’s death seemed to crush the triplets, turning their grief into a sharp, lashing rage. Tonight, that rage looked like exhaustion.

​"I’m here..." I whispered, staying near the door, my fingers twisting the hem of my tunic.

the amber liquid in his glass. Then, he set the bourbon down on the side table with a heavy clink and stood up. He moved toward me with a slow, predatory step that made my breath

murmured, stopping just inches from me. The heat radiating off his body was intense, clashing with the chill of the room. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a

his collarbone because I couldn’t bear to look into his eyes and see the ghost of the friend I was leaving

hooked a finger under my chin and forced my head up. His gaze searched mine, his nostrils flaring as he scented the air. "You’ve been crying again. Still thinking about those graves

the secret burning in my throat. I’m leaving, Leon. I’m

just the date," I whispered. "Tomorrow is a hard day for

leaned in, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. I could smell

stay here

so broken that for a moment, I forgot to be afraid. I forgot that he was the person who had spent the last two

come

didn’t listen. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. He was so hot, almost like he had a fever. I could feel his heart beating fast against my chest. He buried

for an hour," he groaned. "The house is too quiet. The ghosts are everywhere tonight,

his mother. Tomorrow was the anniversary of her death. It was the day

eyes were dark and messy with emotion. "Scarlett, something

wanted to scream that his fathers were kicking me out at midnight. But I stayed silent. If I told him, he might lock me in this room and never let me go. Or

pain shot through my stomach. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders. My skin felt like it was starting to burn

on the wall