The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 23: Mated To All Three

Scarlett’s POV

​"Mate!"

​My wolf’s howl was a jagged shard of sound, identical to the way she had responded to Liam and Leo. My eyes widened, but I didn’t even get the chance to process the impossible truth before my wolf took control, forcing my feet forward. I moved instinctively, drawn by the scent of vanilla and mint that sent a thousand questions buzzing in my mind.

​What was happening? A third mate? Is this some kind of twisted joke? Is the Moon Goddess playing with me?

​The thoughts were cut short as I stopped in front of the library door. The scent was a physical weight here. Whoever my mate was... he was inside. Swallowing hard, I reached for the doorknob. My fingers trembled as I pushed the door open.

​The moment my eyes landed on him, it felt like my soul left my body. Seated on the leather couch, a book resting casually in his hand, was Leon.

​The last of the triplets.

​My breath hitched. My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was mated to the triplets. All three of them.

​"Mate," my wolf purred at the sight of him, but I was frozen in a whirlwind of shock and fear. Leon, however, didn’t even look surprised. He calmly closed his book, set it on the table, and leaned back, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying intensity.

​"I bet you’ve figured it out now," he muttered, his voice a low echo of what his brothers had said.

​I went numb. It was happening again. The same scene, the same rejection, the same wall of hatred.

​"I’ve been waiting for this day," Leon said, his words eerily familiar. And I already knew the ending. I had heard the script twice tonight. "So I can finally reject you."

breath. My wolf whimpered; she had clung to the hope that Leon—the one who had looked at me with something other than pure malice earlier—would be

said coldly.

voice flat and hollow. "To the daughter of the people responsible

the speech. I’ve heard it twice in the

hadn’t expected me

anyone else know?" I asked. "Your

tell anyone, especially my brothers," he commanded. I caught the flicker of panic in

lifted my chin. "I won’t

his grip tightening on the arm of the couch.

three months," I said,

​"Three months for what?"

tonight," I explained. "If you reject me now, she won’t survive

his eyes burning into mine. "And why should I care if you

tomorrow and announce to the

he was in front of me, his hand wrapping around my throat. It wasn’t a squeeze of passion; it was a

threatening

his burning gaze, unable to speak with his hand around my

he spat, tightening his grip for a heartbeat. I didn’t fight him. I didn’t have the strength left. I just let him see the

my hair as he inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes for a brief second, a low, pained

I could see the war behind his