The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 37: Not A Slave

​Scarlett’s POV

​But the touch never came.

Not to my waist... not to my legs.

Instead, I felt his fingers brush against the sensitive skin of my throat.

My eyes snapped open in shock. He wasn’t reaching for my buttons; he was reaching for the metal choker.

​I heard a soft click—a sound more beautiful than any music—as he used a small, intricate key. The heavy weight that had been crushing my soul and severing me from my wolf suddenly vanished. He pulled the collar away, tossing the metal onto the nightstand.

​I gasped, my hand flying to my neck, feeling the bare, bruised skin. For the first time in hours, I felt the faint, flickering warmth of Zoe deep inside me, waking up from the magical sleep.

​Ethan stood up, putting several feet of distance between us. He looked down at me, his expression still unreadable.

​"You’re not a slave in this house, Scarlett," he said, adjusting his cuffs as if he hadn’t just terrified me to death. "Now, go wash the scent of those filth-ridden rogues off your skin. The maid will bring you clothes and food."

​He turned to leave, then paused and glanced back at me. "Don’t you dare think of doing anything stupid," he warned before leaving.

​I stayed curled on the edge of the bed for a long time after the door clicked shut. My fingers traced the raw, red line where the metal had dug into my skin, but all I could feel was the silent, steady thrum of Zoe’s presence returning. She was weak, whimpering in the back of my mind, but she was there.

​A few minutes later, a soft knock preceded an older maid who walked in carrying a tray of steaming food and a stack of expensive-looking clothes. She didn’t say much, only bowed her head and pointed toward the ensuite bathroom, which was larger than my entire room back at the Full Moon mansion.

scrubbing away the dirt of the forest and the lingering, oily scent of the rogues. As the steam filled the

me? If I

a simple silk tunic and leggings that smelled clean and new, I sat by the large window overlooking the

couldn’t eat much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the Rogue King’s face, and then Ethan’s cold, gray eyes. I felt like a bird that had been moved from a wooden cage

tested the door. To my surprise, it wasn’t

to the balcony overlooking the foyer, hoping to find a way out or at least a phone to call Lana because my phone battery

are lovely at night, but the gate is guarded

my heart leaping into my throat. Ethan was standing in the shadows of the library doorway below, a glass of red liquid in his hand. He hadn’t even looked up from the

wasn’t running," I

lie to me,"

​"Them?" I stiffened. "Who?"

his lips. It was the first

down and walked to the foot of the stairs. "Sleep.

​My heart skipped. "Where?"

didn’t answer. He simply walked

screamed to step back... to run... to get

But I didn’t move.

myself to stand still as he stopped a few steps

a few steps away, I took the chance

mine, gray eyes, sharp jawline, neatly shaved beard. I hated to say it, but he