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.

a seer," Leon said, his voice dropping into that commanding tone that usually made everyone in the pack fall

his hard, sweat-slicked shoulders. "I don’t want to be an omen, and I don’t want to be a miracle.

insisted, his eyes searching mine with a desperate intensity. "At least to know where you come from. To know why the Goddess chose you for

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

like that," he growled, his face inches from

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

"I’ve been dying for two years, Scarlett! Watching you, smelling you, wanting to rip the throat out of anyone who even looked at you wrong! Do you think it was easy for me? Do

I challenged, my voice dropping to a pained whisper. "Why

fool!" he spat. "Because I thought I was protecting the pack’s legacy. But looking at you now... seeing

wolf," I said, a bitter tear sliding down

up," he rasped, his gaze dropping to my mouth.

I dared him, the defiance thick

stole the very air from my lungs. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was an explosion of two years of suppressed hunger, rage, and a bond that refused to be broken. His tongue demanded entry, and