The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 58: Stolen

Scarlett POV

​Leon’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing an alerting, glowing gold. Even though we were both completely exposed, his first instinct was to shield me with his body. He glared into the shadows of the trees, his finger still inside me, his voice dropping into an authoritative, booming command.

​"Who is there?" he roared, the Alpha power in his voice making the leaves tremble. "I command you to come out!"

​Silence followed, heavy and suffocating. No one emerged, but the feeling of being watched didn’t fade. The intimacy was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp dread.

​I pushed against his chest, reaching down to pull his hand away. I scrambled to my feet, my skin prickling from the cold air and the shame of being caught. I didn’t care about the red wolf or the bond right now; I just felt like prey again.

​"Leon, stop," I whispered, looking around frantically for my clothes. "We have to go."

​"Wait here," Leon commanded, his voice tight. He stepped in front of me, his naked body a wall of tense muscle as he scanned the area. "Stay behind me, Scarlett. I’ll get your clothes."

​"No," I whispered, my skin crawling with the sensation of invisible eyes. I couldn’t just stand there, exposed and helpless, while he played protector. I pushed past him, my bare feet stumbling over damp leaves and sharp twigs. "I’m not staying anywhere. I’m getting my things and we’re leaving."

​I moved toward the clearing where we had first faced off. I knew exactly where I had dropped my clothes and my lace panties. I remembered the spot by the old, gnarled oak where I had let my bra fall.

​Leon growled, a low warning meant to keep me back, but I ignored him. I reached the spot, but I stopped dead.

breath hitched in

of grass was empty. The moss was flattened where I had stood, but my clothes—my shirt, my pants, even my shoes—were

trembling with a new kind of

Maybe a gust of wind? No, the air

his voice rough with frustration. He reached for

tighter across my chest. The idea of wearing his scent, of being marked by his clothes after what we just did, felt like a decision I wasn’t ready to make. I was already vulnerable

vibrated in the quiet woods. He stared at the empty patch of grass where my clothes should have been, his jaw working as he scanned the treeline one last time. Finally, he let out a breath and looked at me. "Someone is

Who are you calling, Leon? We’re not supposed to

look at me, his eyes

guard? Aren’t you worried? Aren’t you afraid he’ll find his future Alpha standing naked in the

even look angry. He just stood there like a wall of bronze, his silence more infuriating than any shout. He was back to being the disciplined Alpha-to-be, his emotions locked behind a

biting into my skin. My mind was spinning, retracing the last few minutes. Someone had been close enough to hear us, to see us, and to steal my things without either of us noticing. Leon was a powerful Alpha—his senses should have picked them up. The

slightly as if listening

​"He’s here," Leon muttered.

of footsteps broke the silence. Someone was

protective frequency that made my skin prickle. "I’ll

neatly folded bundle of clothes. When he handed it to me, my stomach dropped. It was a maid’s uniform—the same stiff, grey fabric I had spent the last two years wearing. The

cold. I pulled the dress on, the fabric feeling rough and abrasive against skin that was still humming