The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Who Was It?

​Leon’s POV

​The liquid in my glass was the only thing keeping my wolf from clawing its way out of my chest.

Tomorrow was the anniversary of my mother’s death, and the air in the packhouse already felt like a funeral.

But it wasn’t just the memorial that was making my skin crawl.

It was the girl standing in front of me.

​I could smell the fever coming off her in waves. It was sweet, like lilies and honey, but laced with a sharp, metallic tang that made my teeth ache.

Her shift was coming.

And In less than three hours, she would discover we were mates.

Then I would have to reject her.

This was the day I had dreaded and anticipated the most. I wondered what her face would look like when she realized the truth. The shock in her eyes. The pain.

For a moment, I wished she wouldn’t get her wolf.

Yes, it was selfish.

If she never shifted, she would never know we were fated mates.

But that wish was already impossible. Her body was burning with the early signs of transformation.

She was shifting tonight.

I said, my voice sounding like it came from the bottom of a

her. I couldn’t. If I looked at those tear-filled eyes, I might break. I might pull her into my arms and confess everything—my love, my obsession with her, the feelings I had buried for years while pretending to

had to be

touch her one last time before she discovered the

"I told you... I don’t

snapped. I gripped my glass so hard the silver ring on my finger bit into my skin. "I gave

began to undress while I forced

scent of her bare

Warm. Floral. Alive.

the heat

My nostrils flared.

I turned my head.

naked, her shoulders

Then I saw it.

blooming against the

My stomach dropped.

A hickey.

exploded inside

glass onto the table with

my

walked toward her, stopping so close I could feel the heat radiating from

whisper anymore. It was a low, vibrating growl that came from deep in my chest. She flinched, her small

stepped into her space, my shadow swallowing her whole. She tried to turn away, to hide the hickey by covering it with her hand, but I was faster. I shoved her hands away from her neck. My wolf was screaming, pacing

bounced off the stone walls, loud enough to shake the glass

with the heat of her coming shift. She looked like

a man anymore. I was a predator, and

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