The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 57: Special

​Scarlett’s POV

​I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to discuss my bloodline or my rarity while pinned under him like prey.

Instead, I focused on the heat of his body, the way his fur felt against mine, and forced the shift. My bones cracked and shivered as I returned to my human form, lying naked and vulnerable on the forest floor.

​Leon followed suit instantly. He shifted back, his heavy, human weight still pressing me down into the dirt and leaves. He didn’t move away. He stayed right there, his chest heaving against mine, his hands coming up to cup my face with a gentleness that felt completely at odds with the chase.

​"Why didn’t you say it?" he breathed, his eyes searching mine. "Why didn’t you tell us?"

​I knew exactly what he meant. Red wolves were myths made flesh. They were rare, one in a million, whispered to be a sign of ancient, powerful blood—just as rare and sacred as the legendary white wolf. Having a red wolf didn’t just mean I was a shifter; it meant I carried a legacy that the pack hadn’t seen in centuries.

​"Tell you?" I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked up at him. "So you could use me? No, Leon. I don’t even know why I have it."

​His grip on my face tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. He looked like he was seeing me for the very first time, the "traitor’s daughter" mask completely stripped away to reveal something he was clearly terrified to lose.

into that commanding tone that usually made everyone in the pack fall in line. "This isn’t just about you

beneath him, my hands pushing against his hard, sweat-slicked shoulders. "I don’t want to be an omen, and I don’t want to be a miracle. I just

with a desperate intensity. "At least to know where you come from. To know why the Goddess chose you for this. Do you have any idea what the

of the last two years finally boiling over. I stopped struggling and just glared at him, my chest heaving against his. "Why do you suddenly care about what the Goddess wants for me? You didn’t care when I was scrubbing your floors. You didn’t care when I was sleeping in a room that smelled

he growled, his face

I countered. "Well, I’m not a tool for your pack, Leon.

from the nearby trees. His self-control finally snapped, his fingers digging into the earth beside my head. "I’ve been dying for two years, Scarlett! Watching you, smelling you, wanting to rip the

you say something?" I challenged, my voice dropping to a pained whisper.

I was protecting the pack’s legacy.

bitter tear sliding down my temple. "You don’t want

dropping to my mouth. "Just

him, the defiance thick in

lips with a ferocity that stole the very air from my lungs. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was an explosion of two years of suppressed hunger,