The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 65: Attack

Scarlett’s POV

​I ran.

​My lungs burned, the alcohol in my system blurring my vision, but the adrenaline forced me to keep running.

I could hear the heavy thud of footsteps behind me—powerful, rhythmic, and closing in. I knew it was him. Alpha Lennox was a warrior; he could catch me in seconds if he truly wanted to.

​But then, the footsteps abruptly stopped.

​The silence of the woods swallowed the sound of my own frantic breathing. I didn’t look back. I kept my head down and pushed through the brush until the dark silhouette of the packhouse loomed ahead. I burst through the side entrance, my heart hammering against my ribs.

​I forced myself to slow down, smoothing my hair and wiping the sweat from my forehead as I passed a few lingering omegas in the hall. I pretended everything was fine, nodding stiffly as I climbed the stairs. The moment I reached my room, I threw myself inside and bolted the door.

​I leaned against the heavy wood of my door, the click of the bolt echoing in the silence of the room. My chest was heaving, my lungs burning as I tried to pull in air. Sweat slicked my skin, making the soft fabric of the nightwear Ethan had bought me cling to my body.

​My mind was a chaotic mess of alcohol and adrenaline.

​The image of Alpha Lennox in the woods flashed behind my eyes like a lightning strike. He had been so desperate, so lost in that kiss. Who was she?

carved from stone. They had practically worshipped her. They were the legendary trio who would

into training the warriors, the one who never spoke her name, the one who seemed to have

him tonight... that wasn’t the kiss of a man who was mourning. It was the kiss of a man who was

of all nights—the scandal would be cataclysmic. But more than that, I couldn’t stop thinking about the woman’s hands. They had been so pale, so delicate. So

toward the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to sober up. My wolf, Zoe,

Scarlett, she whispered in the back of my mind. The woods... the scent... it wasn’t just

to remember. Through the haze of Lennox’s powerful Alpha aroma, there had been something else. Something faint. Something

I could process the familiar scent from the woods,

sink. Was it Sir Lennox? Had he followed me? Had he seen my face before I turned to run? I stayed silent,

knocking didn’t stop. It became louder, more

My breath was hitching in my chest as I reached for the handle, but I stopped, leaning forward to peer through the

frowned, my confusion momentarily replacing my fear. It wasn’t Lennox. It wasn’t even

were the three

were still in their elaborate engagement gowns. Their faces weren’t filled with the joy of newly betrothed Lunas; they

drawing in a deep breath, and turned the bolt. The moment the latch clicked, they didn’t wait for an invitation. They surged forward as a unit, shoving

meaning of this?" I snapped, trying to find

with black hair, stepped into my space first. The cloying scent of heavy floral perfume rolled off her, making my alcohol-sensitive stomach churn. She looked around my room with pure disdain, her eyes landing on the discarded

here for small talk, maid," Camila hissed, her

my bedside and trailing a finger over the pillows. "Liam, Leo, and Leon. They didn’t