The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 24: Birthday Celebration

Scarlett’s POV

​It was 8:00 a.m., and the pack house was buzzing with activity. Servants were rushing back and forth, arranging the garden which would serve as the venue for our late Luna Olivia’s memorial.

​As I assisted in carrying the heavy flower vases, hot tears gathered in my eyes, blurring my vision. Today was my twentieth birthday, but to the pack, it was a day of mourning. To me, it was a day that never felt worth celebrating anymore. On this day years ago, I had lost everyone who mattered. I lost my parents; I lost Luna Olivia—who had been like a godmother to me—and I lost the triplets, who used to be my best friends before they turned into my tormentors.

​Lost in the suffocating weight of my memories, I didn’t look where I was going. My foot caught on a stone, and I tumbled forward, crashing into a large flower vase. The ceramic didn’t break, but the water and blossoms scattered across the cold ground in a messy heap.

​The servants nearby all stopped, shooting me dead glares filled with irritation. I ignored the sting of their judgment, kneeling quickly to gather the wet stems and rearrange them back into the vase.

​"Scarlett..."

​I heard the voice of Lucy, the personal maid to Lana. I turned, and she gave me a blank, unreadable look. "Miss Lana wants you in her room. Immediately."

​I nodded silently, finishing the flowers with trembling hands before standing up and making my way toward the high-ranking wing of the house.

​When I entered Lana’s room, I froze. My heart skipped a beat in pure confusion. Lana was seated at her vanity, leaning into her makeup mirror, carefully applying a bold shade of lipstick. I looked stunned. This was her mother’s memorial; she was supposed to be in mourning, draped in black and heavy with grief.

​Instead, she was dressed in expensive, vibrant clothes, her face perfectly done up. She caught my eye in the reflection, turned around, and beamed at me.

Scarlett!" she

stood there, paralyzed by a wave of confusion I couldn’t hide.

into a tight hug. Before I could pull away, the door swung open. Jameson and Jane, the twins, entered the room carrying

their mother died. I expected them to be shattered, just like the triplets were. But no. They looked truly

candles, Scarlett! Make a wish!" Jameson urged, holding the cake

My throat felt like it was closing up. Jane stepped forward, nudging my shoulder playfully. "Come on, birthday

flames, my mind spinning. Slowly, I closed my eyes. I wish to be happy,

Lyra

months ago, when she and Lana had their eighteenth birthday party, Alpha Henry had

dialed the number. A second later, Lyra’s face appeared on the screen, looking radiant and

Lyra’s voice boomed through the speakers. "I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there to give you

night before—the rejections from

you, Lyra," I managed to say. "How is the Crimson

about me," Lyra said, her expression turning a bit more serious. "Have you felt it yet? Did your wolf come? Is there...

Jane, who were all watching me with curious, expectant eyes. None of them knew. None of them could ever know that their older brothers had all rejected me in secret

managed to whisper, my voice trembling. "Her name is

eyes lit up, and she leaned in, her scent of expensive perfume momentarily masking the lingering traces of the triplets that still seemed to haunt my skin. "I knew it! I can feel her, Scarlett. She’s quiet, but she’s there.