The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 62: Drunk

Scarlett’s POV

​Ethan kissed me deeply, and I kissed him back. A soft moan escaped both of us, like we were trying to breathe through the same moment. My fingers tightened on his shirt as I leaned into him, needing something—anything—to hold on to. Then suddenly, he pulled away. His breathing was heavy, his eyes squeezed shut like he was fighting a war inside himself. I froze. For a second, I thought he was going to leave completely.

​I swallowed hard and forced myself to nod. "Thank you... for tonight," I whispered, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "I’ll see you tomorrow." I didn’t wait for him to respond. I couldn’t. If I stayed any longer, I would break. I turned and walked away, almost running back toward the mansion. I slipped through a side door, avoiding the noise of the party. The hallway felt too quiet. Too empty. Too cold.

​My heels clicked against the floor as I moved quickly. Then my eyes caught something: a tray with bottles of alcohol. I stopped. Without thinking, I grabbed three bottles of the strongest amber liquid I could find. I just needed something to numb this feeling. By the time I reached my room, I was shaking. I kicked off the expensive heels the second I stepped inside, letting them scatter across the floor. I struggled with the zipper of my red dress—the same dress that had made me feel powerful earlier—now feeling like it was suffocating me.

​I peeled it off and let it fall, standing there in nothing but my underwear.

Alone. I slid down to the cold floor, resting my back against the bed, and opened the first bottle with trembling hands. The smell hit me instantly—strong and sharp. I didn’t care. I lifted it to my lips and drank. The first gulp was brutal. It burned down my throat, making my eyes water and my chest tighten, but I didn’t stop. I welcomed the pain. I wanted it to burn everything away: the memory of Leon in the woods, and the sight of Liam and Leo standing on that stage.

​"To our new Lunas."

of my mind, restless and hurt. She hated the alcohol because it dulled her senses, but that was exactly what I

I reached for the second one, my fingers clumsy. Cold air drifted in from the open window, brushing against my bare skin, but I felt nothing. I was numb. I was the traitor’s daughter. I was the girl they hid. And tonight, I was the woman

still. The tiny hairs on my arms

his formal Alpha jacket. His eyes were dark, his chest

lifted the second bottle to my lips, my

I could take another sip, he snatched

he hissed, his voice vibrating with a frustrated tone. He tossed the bottle

but the room spun. I slumped back against the bed, glaring up at him. "You

His expression darkened.

Scarlett, and you know it," Liam growled, stepping closer until he was