The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 32: Rogue Camp

Scarlett’s POV

​I followed the man silently through the dense forest, my boots sinking into the damp mud. Every step felt like I was tearing a piece of my soul away from the land I had always called home. My heart ached so deeply that it was difficult to breathe, but I kept moving. I had to. The silence of the forest was heavy, broken only by the snapping of twigs and the distant sound of the river.

​Suddenly, the air changed. The familiar scent of pine was replaced by something foul and rotten. ​

Before the man leading me could even gasp, three shadows lunged from the trees. They were fast—far faster than any normal wolf. They slammed into him before he could even begin to shift. I heard the sickening thud of a fist meeting bone, and he collapsed into the leaves, unconscious before he hit the ground.

​"Well, well," a gravelly voice hissed.

​I turned to run, but a large hand grabbed the back of my coat, jerking me off my feet. I opened my mouth to scream, but a cold, heavy metal band was snapped around my throat.

​The moment the magical choker locked into place, I felt a sickening pull in my chest. My connection to Zoe, my wolf, was severed. I tried to reach for her, to shift and fight back, but there was nothing but a cold, empty void.

​"Don’t bother, little wolf," a rogue snarled, his face covered in scars. "That collar keeps your beast locked in a cage. You’re just a girl now."

Look at her. She looks clean... beautiful. Not like

they began pulling me through the trees. "Please, just let me go.

the brush until we reached a clearing filled with makeshift huts and the smell of stale smoke. As we entered the camp, dozens of men stood up, their eyes glowing with desire. They stared at me, some of them licking their lips, others laughing

largest hut. He wore a crown of jagged bones

he asked, his eyes filled

so I fell to

to sniff the crook of my neck. I recoiled, tears of terror

pure," he announced, a wicked grin spreading across his

special

inches from mine. "Thank you, dear," he whispered with

"Go! Lock her up. I don’t want a single scratch on her before the buyers see the

hands grabbed my arms and dragged me across the dirt. I tried to dig my heels into the mud, but without Zoe, I was powerless. They threw me into a small, windowless hut and slammed the door. I heard the

sobs racked my body until my chest felt like it was breaking. I had thought I was starting a new life—a life where I could finally breathe and be free. But it seemed my

buyers were. I had heard the terrifying rumors whispered in the pack kitchens. These weren’t just random wolves; they were monsters who bought women to turn them into sex slaves. They would break my spirit, use me, and I would never see