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.

out a sharp breath. I could see he

didn’t wait for his answer. I walked out of the room, my own wolf

hands gripping the cold stone railing as I looked down at the garden. Everything was perfect. The white lilies, my

wrap my head around it. My mother was a powerful Luna, a woman of strength gifted with special abilities—how could she have been killed so easily? The story never sat right with me. Even now, I still found myself

flowers to the small figure moving

low, pained howl deep inside my chest. Today she had finally shifted. She had looked into my eyes and realized we were fated, and in that same moment, I had crushed her. I had told her I wanted a

with the heavy chairs, her movements stiff. Today was 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 for. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow. I wondered about the level of pain she was carrying—the weight of my rejection combined

​"You’re staring again."

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

if things hadn’t turned sour?" Leon asked, his voice

my throat tight. "Every

continued, a bitter smile playing on his lips, "we

tightening on the stone railing until the edges bit into my palms. "I saw the signs back then.

was the one thing we never talked about, but the truth was undeniable. 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