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?

and Louis—as men carved from stone. They had practically worshipped her. They were the legendary trio who would have

the one who threw himself into training the

that wasn’t the kiss of a man who was mourning. It was the kiss of a man who was obsessed with whoever

But more than that,

my face, trying to sober up. My wolf, Zoe, was pacing again, her tail tucked. She wasn’t

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

closed my eyes, trying to remember. Through the haze of Lennox’s powerful Alpha aroma,

process the familiar scent from the woods,

me? Had he seen my face before I turned to run? I stayed silent, hoping whoever it was would think I was passed

the knocking didn’t stop. It became louder, more

crept toward the door. My breath was hitching in my chest as I reached for the handle, but I stopped, leaning forward to peer through the tiny peephole

my confusion momentarily replacing my fear. It

three Silver

gowns. Their faces weren’t filled with the joy of newly betrothed Lunas; they looked

breath, and turned the bolt. The moment the latch clicked, they didn’t wait for an invitation. They surged forward as a unit, shoving their way into my room and slamming the

of this?" I snapped, trying to find the "guest"

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

talk, maid," Camila hissed, her

the blonde, added, stepping up to my bedside and trailing a finger over the pillows. "Liam, Leo, and Leon. They didn’t even look at us during the