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

I had stood, but my clothes—my shirt, my pants, even

breathed, my voice trembling with a

gaze searching the nearby bushes. Maybe a gust of wind? No, the air was still. Maybe a

voice rough with frustration. He reached for his discarded shirt on the forest floor and held

wearing his scent, of being marked by his clothes after what we

clothes should have been, his jaw working

sharpening into suspicion. "Who? Who are you calling, Leon? We’re not supposed to be seen

eyes fixed on the path leading back toward the packhouse. "He’s

Alpha standing naked in the woods with the

me. He didn’t flinch, didn’t argue, and didn’t even look angry. He just stood there like a wall of bronze, his silence more infuriating than any shout. He was back to being

fell quiet, the cold morning air 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

remained motionless, his head tilted slightly as if listening

​"He’s here," Leon muttered.

sound of footsteps broke the

voice dropping into that low, protective frequency

almost instantly, carrying a 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 irony wasn’t lost on me. One moment I

rough and abrasive against skin that was still humming from his touch. I quickly gathered