The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 26: Out Of Control

Leo’s POV

​I didn’t want to stop. Every fiber of my being, every drop of my Alpha blood, was screaming for me to tear Silas’s throat out. My wolf, internalizing a rage I hadn’t felt in years, was urging me to finish the job.

But as my father’s command rang out, a cold splash of reality hit me. If I acted a second longer, if I let my wolf take over, the people gathered at the shed would notice. They would see that this wasn’t about me disciplining a warrior. They would see it wasn’t normal.

​I slowly released my grip, and Silas’s limp, bloodied body slumped to the floor like a sack of stones.

​"Leo? What is this?"

​I turned my head slightly to see Leon and Liam appearing behind my father. They looked completely blindsided, their eyes darting from the bloodied warrior on the floor to Scarlett trembling against the wall. Their gazes locked onto the dark, blossoming bruise on Scarlett’s face, and I felt the air in the shed grow heavy with their sudden, suppressed fury.

​Yes, we hated her. We had spent the last two years making sure she knew exactly how much we hated her. But seeing her like that—injured and bleeding at the hands of a warrior—was something entirely different.

​During the one year we spent here before leaving for the Alpha Academy, we had made it clear: Scarlett belonged to us. We might have tormented her, but we never hit her, and we certainly never allowed anyone else to lay a finger on her. It was an unspoken law. But looking at her now, it was painfully obvious that while we were away for a year, the "law" had been forgotten. The staff had grown bold. They had treated her like common trash because they thought we didn’t care.

​Liam’s jaw was clenched so tight I could hear the bone grind, and Leon’s eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. The triple-bond between us was vibrating with a chaotic, protective hum that we all tried desperately to mask.

didn’t

her eyes were wide with a terror that made my wolf howl in shame. I wanted to reach out, to demand why she hadn’t

blood from my knuckles, and followed my father, leaving

the room before spinning around to face me. His eyes

​"Sit," he commanded.

I didn’t sit.

my ground,

that display, Leo? You were behaving like a

voice to remain steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. "I was teaching him a lesson, Father. He thought he could put his hands on a girl. I made sure he

his eyes narrowed as if

nodded, though his

But you could have assigned him a punishment. You could have asked someone else to handle it. You shouldn’t

His voice hardened.

control. If I hadn’t arrived when I did, you

exactly what

to feel his bones

his last breath