The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 27: Nerver Liked sharing Her

Liam’s POV

​"What the hell was that?" I asked, my voice low and full of annoyance.

​He ignored me, heading straight for the washbasin to scrub the stained blood from his hand.

​"Is there something you want to tell me, Leo?" I pressed, finally turning to face him. I searched his expression for any sign of the truth, any crack in the armor he’d built around himself since we returned. "That wasn’t just ’discipline.’ You looked like you wanted to tear his soul out."

​"No," he snapped, his voice tight and strained. He didn’t look at me. "Please, just leave me alone, Liam."

​I stared at him, my mind racing. A terrifying thought flickered in my mind—one I didn’t want to voice. Could Scarlett be his mate, too?

​I quickly shook the thought away. No. That wasn’t it... The Moon Goddess wouldn’t be that cruel, and if she were, Leo would have said something. We were triplets; we were supposed to share everything.

​Perhaps it was just that old, buried protectiveness resurfacing. Back when we were younger, Leo had always been the most intense when it came to Scarlett. I remembered a day when we were twelve and she was ten—she had almost tripped over a stone, and I had yelled at her to be careful. Leo had nearly fought me right there in the yard, warning me and telling me never to raise my voice at her again. He had always been so protective of her.

breath. I could see he wasn’t going

for his answer. I walked out of

cold stone railing as I looked down at the garden. Everything was perfect. The white lilies, my mother’s favorite, were arranged in symmetrical rows, and the silver incense burners were already casting thin ribbons of smoke into the morning

dull throb. It had been two years, but the hole she left behind felt just as cavernous. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. My mother was a powerful Luna, a woman of strength gifted with

gaze drifted from the flowers to the small

were fated, and in that same moment, I had crushed her. I had told her I wanted a rejection. I had called her the daughter of traitors while my soul

her twentieth birthday. A day that should have been marked by a celebration of her life was instead being spent in the service of a woman whose death her parents were blamed

​"You’re staring again."

He stepped up to the railing beside me, his presence cold and detached. He didn’t look at me; he kept his eyes fixed

ever imagine life if things hadn’t turned sour?" Leon asked, his voice unusually

my throat tight. "Every single

a bitter smile playing on his lips, "we would have been fighting over her. It wouldn’t

edges bit into my palms. "I

We three loved Scarlett more than just a friend, and even back then, we didn’t want to share her. We were triplets; we shared a room, our clothes, our future titles, and even our thoughts—but Scarlett? Never. She was the only thing we couldn’t just "split"